into a big round silver ball after you’d shake it around over the flame of the stove top. she’d pack up me and my older brother, joey, dressed in our pajamas, with pillows and blankets stuffed in the back seat, and whisk us away to magic land under the stars.
my brother and i would excitedly put the blankets on the hood, lay back against our pillows like we were in our own living room, and listen to the single speaker she slipped on to her window. we’d munch the popcorn and lose ourselves to the glorious offering on that wide wide screen that towered before us. for two boys, growing 