There was a different vice-president, and he was the second fastest man in the world, losing a 100m sprint to a South African.
I was standing in an unemployment line, next to a woman who leaned in so close her nose rested against my cheek. I stared straight ahead at the other men in line as she made small bird sounds in my ear. The line didn’t seem to move.
I was shaking hands with guests at a party. Suddenly my dad was there in the line. I shook his hand as if we were strangers, noticing that his fingernails were dirty and needing trimming.
I rode a bike that was much too small for me down a street. I pretended the bike was a horse and slapped at it’s haunches, making some people standing on the sidewalk laugh. Wherever I was going was four blocks away. A long ride on such a small bike.