Grease is the Time, is the Place, is the Motion, Grease is the Way We are Feeling

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms. ― Kobayashi Issa

The tightly pocketed horns that live at the beginning of Grease come unwound and slam into me like a train as I accelerate the minivan. I’m not used to this kind of horsepower, to Arle’s six Honda cylinders instead of my Honda’s four whipping me around the corner where the Exxon …