Relativity of Memory, Close and Far Away

again, aunt louise
between her love and love of years before, and many thereafter, Dollar, her name,
a manly woman of strength and willfulness......and on the other side, of my aunt, excuse me, a comely young blondish woman, whose name i forget and have forgotten and cannot remember, their sometimes companion in every way; however, she frequently left, with other women with whom she dreampt, always to return to the stable strength of the more pragmatic two..... the other humans are Dollar's older brother, Maurice -who, incidentally, was my uncle, by the marriage of my paternal grandfather's second
wife to one of three previous businessmen, and a simple, but affably disassociated bulwark of middle-class stability and predictability, but whose name i have never heard.... maurice journeyed simply and with little regard to the assiduities of real world living, tended by lady bulwark and grocery money........ all that beer! and the kanga bird feathers........Eureka! they're at Das Alte Werk beerhouse, where feathers are always falling from the tails of the kanga birds kept, caged, there........the birds are free, now, and their liberators share beer and look at us.....