It made me think back of when my dad would make me get up early on Saturday mornings and cut our grass. There was one morning when the dread of cutting pollen-filled grass, which activated my allergies and never ending sneezing, changed. He took me to my neighbor's house and told me to knock on the door. The neighbor (let's call him Mr. Brown) answered the door, dressed in some argyle socks, a t-shirt, brown slippers, and shorts smoking on a pipe. I asked if I could cut his grass in which he said yes. My dad coached me to knock on his door once I finished. Mr. Brown pulled out a $20 bill and gave it to me. He then instructed me that whenever his grass got high, just cut it without asking him.
BET!!!!!! That $20 bill was so beautiful-rectangular in shape with a president I had never met, but felt so close to all of the sudden. It was dressed in patterns unlike no other. It smelled fresh, but unfamiliar to me, like old leather! It smelled so good.
I saw that itch in my boys today. Let's hope that itch lasts so they can stop asking me for my money. I can wish, right?