Winter, 1987

Dec 14.

It was a Monday.

Snow hadn’t fallen yet but the cold was always familiar by then.

I had just started watching The Price Is Right.

I stopped the microwave at 00:00.

It was just me, my pastel blue plastic plate warmed by the cut up hot dog resting on top and Bob.

Bob called another contestant down.

I don’t remember what the showcase was that day, but still, it’s a day I’ll never forget.