The children apply their armor of tin foil and load their suction cup cross bows; the rival leaders walk from their yards into the middle of the culdesac as their armies wait anxiously in the olive trees. When war calls the neighborhood vibrates, your father's stereo plays golden oldies and the smiles of warriors are constant as grass stained knees.[audio:http://documentofadaydream.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Battle-of-the-Sympathetic-Stereo.mp3|titles=Battle of the Sympathetic Stereo]
Dedicated to Odame