By Marvin Ginsberg
The contents of the apartment went round and round like a tornado. The man sat on a chair that flew out the window and into the sky.
“Oh, no. What am I gonna do? There is nothing to hold me in. If it tilts, I’m through. I will fall!” he belted out.
He kept rising and rising and he said, “Oh! No! I’m about to fall!” as the chair turned downward. He held onto the bottom of the chair for dear life, and he disappeared. He was in his hometown in 1948. And he couldn’t get out.
He sat in his chair and flew back home but he was not in the present. He was in the past. And once he realized he dwelled in the past he travelled toward the present. The fashions, the cars, and the architecture changed with the times. He was home now.