I don’t like anything that goes in order. I just can’t remember what happens when.
My mom says that right before I am born there is a big tornado that damages everything, and that she tries to hide under a chair, but can’t fit because she is so pregnant.
Damages what? Everything? Like the house?
No, not the house. But the town. Parts of the town, anyway, she says.
In Oklahoma, there is always a tornado wrecking shit.
The year I am born is the year Gunsmoke ends. But it makes no difference to Dennis Weaver. He is long gone, and already on McCloud. But McCloud is gone too by the time I am old enough to remember anything, and if it is in reruns, it doesn’t come right away. But I hear about it. I hear about how he rides a horse in New York. I wait for the reruns. I know they will come. Reruns are sometimes the future.