In my dreams, I could fly. A little boy, ignoring the science of gravity.

Somewhere along the way, those dreams disappear.

“Another beer?” My wife scolds.

“Hard day at work,” I reply.

She huffs and goes to bed without me, as usual. I drink more beer.

She doesn’t understand flying.

Del Griffith is a retired math teacher who reads and writes extensively and travels the state, looking for great barbecue and swapping tall tales with all the old men.