"Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey" Wait a minute, those aren't stars. They're... kaboom! fireworks! See, if you thought that's Father Abraham looking into the starry hosts, you're wrong. It's my old man watching CNY fireworks. He said they don't make 'em like they used to. I asked him if he meant that oldskool fireworks were better. He said no, just that now they make them with machines whereas in the past they made 'em with their bare hands. "We used to taste that gunpowder in our food," he'd say, like it was a good thing. He says the same about promises. "They don't make 'em like they used to." I asked him if he meant that oldskool folks were better at keeping their promises. He said no. Just that back then they used to make 'em with their bare hands too. My old man spoke with sign language, y'see. Oh you didn't know. Sorry.