The old video came over the computer with the verve and happiness of another age. Mildred, now in her eighties smiled and began to sing along with the old tune. Her grand-kids watched her and the inverted crystal cone near the computer which seemed to pop like popcorn and laughingly began to sing along too. Each “clang, clang, clang went the trolley” seemed to fill the room with sunshine.
The kids began to dance and prance around the room. The cat looked nervously from the safety of the coffee table, perhaps a little worried about her tail getting stomped. Mildred laughed remembering a trolley ride she’d taken when she’d visited Saint Louis with her dad when she was little. Ah … poor dad, he’d died when she was thirteen, from an enlarged heart, the day before the military police came to arrest him for draft dodging back in 1943. Damn she thought, they’d sure been embarrassed.