"...poof"

I time portaled. My sentient pocket watch phased me onto Algiers Street Oakland. April 8th 2:34pm 1962~CE. I was wearing an old 2008 Obama “Hope” sweatshirt. No one noticed. In 20th century cities no one pays attention to details. The 16th is another matter.

I wandered to a Woolworths. This being San Francisco it wasn’t segregated. As a lad I got my pens pencils, and comic books in these. Speaking of which. I saw the object this portal. “Fantastic Four” number three! The price was right at 12 cents. Fresh from the printers too.

I picked up my prize, and a few other treasures. A Hershey bar at twice the size, and a first pressing 45rpm copy of the Beatles “I Want to Hold your Hand”. Just to make a point. I sat at the Woolworth’s lunch counter.

Down South at this exact time doing this would been life threating for me. I ordered a hot dog, and a large orange juice. Tasted as good as I remembered. I’m in a Woolworths at the height of the American Empire had a hot dog and read “Fantastic Four”.

There’s a paper in that somewhere.

I retired to the men’s department, and behind a row of Stetson hats I shifted. Blue neon shimmer…Poof!