Fear Market

I found the warehouse of youthful fear where my brother and I worked wrapping bakers in tin foil. It’s the four story building on the right. We spent half our summer vacation here. Our future was very UNCERTAIN a word used to explain why the bottom is falling out of the market. Our peers were led by the hand in a tight happy group, by adults concerned about their safety. I wondered if our father was going to hang us on meat hooks. .Here’s one of our ilk who was held prisoner most of his life. His childhood was stolen from him.

JRP