The way Cracker Jacks might make me nostalgic, these sugar squirrels in an Etara shop window took R right back.
Which, in turn, made me sort of misty for a past I couldn't possibly have had, not having been raised behind the curtain that separated R's childhood from my own.
That his boy-years had featured treats like these - more mid-19th century than late 20th.
Cracker Jacks pale. (Madeleines come to mind.)
C
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