How many hamburgers we brought to Grandpa Ralph at the nursing home, wake him up, surprise him. Fast food but a step different than the institutionalized plops. He smoked in his room, no tv whatsoever that I recall, 1984, there were 4 stations including PBS. Braums had the best burger and fries that we'd usually enjoy, years before in his last rental home, he'd walk brother and I there, with ice cream if not entrees. It's not poetry, it's not porn or titillating political theory. It's treats. Some wax on the hood after a machine carwash. The dust returns, so what, or mud. With pickles.