Maybe it was his upbringing. His alcoholic dad. His parent’s divorce. Maybe it was WWII. Maybe it was the so-called friend who sold his cabinet shop while he was fighting the war. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Whatever it was, I’ve spent a lifetime trying to figure it all out. Like: why did he just sit and… Continue reading Silence is Not Always Golden
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Happy Father’s Day, Daddy
Okay, daddy. Since we never went on a coffee date before or even shared an intimate moment anywhere together for that matter, I’m taking you out. Just in my mind of course; you’d never come any other way. So where’s it going to be, Starbuck’s? I forgot. Instant Nescafe’. Hot water straight from the spigot… Continue reading Happy Father’s Day, Daddy
