Ms Liza at MIDDLE PASSAGES wrote a post today that reminded me of an "Erased" earlier post of mine

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This was from the prompt "metamorphosis" at "The One Minute Writer"

I Finally Met A Morfus

‘Dim lights thi -ick smoooke and louuud countreee musiic”. If you know the song you understand the reasoning for the phonically spelled tag line. If not, oh well, continue on anyway. It happened today. Word prompt “Metamorphosis“.. The lights got brighter.

A whole tow sack full of psychiatrists won’t be able to tell you why guitar pickers hang out in the nastiest, soured smelling, roach infested honkey tonks to have a good time. I think it is the stereotypical vision of being the only place other people go to listen or play music. I can tell you it is not. I learned to hate it.

Thursday, three weeks ago, Mr. “Roy” shared his birthday cake with me and several others, celebrating his 90th birthday. It was lunch time at the Senior Citizens Center. Today was our Thursday schedule again.. Some friends and I play guitars at the Senior Citizen Meals on Wheels event on selected Thursdays. The window blinds were open. The fluorescent lights were bright. There was no smoke. Mr. “Roy” and fifty other celebrants hit the dance floor with the first chord of “Kansas City”. Mr. “Roy” likes to raise his knee waist high and shake his foot when he likes the music. Mr. Roy liked the music today. So did I.