Fever continues, this is hell, but it has me remembering having scarlet fever as a child. I remember very clearly lying in my sisters bed and calling for my father and demanding to know if his “toes hung over?” I needed to know if his toes hung over the edge of the surfboard. No one in my family surfed.
My father did not know what I was talking about and I remember asking again and again and my family chalking my words up to delirium. I was not delirious. I was aware of them getting a kick out of my fever talk. I was not delirious, I just needed to know the answer. He answered my desperate plea, making something up to calm me. I forget if he said yes or no.
remember when bands sounded like this: