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๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ถ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ
My childhood best friend Gloria always had the inside track. One day she told me a secret that I had to promise never to tell anyone. This is the first time I have shared this privileged information. When watching My Favorite Martian, just as the program was coming to an end, but not quite when the last few commercials came onโthe timing had to be perfectโyou could pull the plug out from the back of the TV set, and the program would rewind and be available to play again. This was not possible with any other program, just My Favorite Martian, something to do with the celestial outer space radio waves, Gloria said. I tried several times, my parents becoming overly perturbed, but I never managed to capture that elusive recording for a repeat viewing. It never occurred to me that Gloria was mistaken, or teasing. She was always cool as a cucumber. Being six years young, what neither she nor I realized was that her instructions had been ineffective because of the inversion. The planetary inversion, I would later find out. But Gloria persisted, kept trying different combinations, until one day, in-between Brylcreamโs a little dabโll do you and Topo Gigioโs Eddie, Keesa me goo'night!, she found the right frequency and poof!, disappeared. My mother tried to convince me that Gloriaโs family had unexpectedly moved across the country to Milwaukee. But I knew better. I knew exactly what had happened. And thereafter, every Sunday night when I turned on the black and white to watch My Favorite Martian, Iโd wait for Uncle Martin to raise those two retractable antennae from the back of his head and become invisible. This was my cue to close my eyes wide shut and send a message telepathically to Gloria, knowing she was sure to receive it right then and there. My mother frowned, even whimpered. But some things were just beyond an adultโs capacity to understand. So I didnโt mention it again; until My Favorite Martian went off the air, and the hospital began playing reruns. It just didnโt seem right. So now, with a whirly motion of my index finger, I freeze the nurses in their spot and levitate pharmaceuticals from their rolling carts to speed myself up, landing on just the right frequency. Gloria and me forever in sync. My eyes wide shut. โฆ