Spirits of Dead Rock Stars

Crisp early evening of a late winter, the snow and ice all finally melted away, but the air still bitingly brisk.  I leave the heat of the house clad in track pants, two shirts and a jacket, and heavy work gloves. I am headed to the school playground nearby, where a jungle gym awaits. 

I begin. 

I hang from a bar, arms fully extended, then slowly and exa…