My niece looks at picture of the 18 and 19 year-old man I once was and tells me she and her mom think her older brother, my nephew looks just like me. I agree, he does and I hear the echoes of dad telling me about how my nephew ran the ball up the middle.… Continue reading Drink Deep In & Of The Memories
Month: July 2019
The Half Wit Fascist Drinks Covfefe
The 19 year-old that works the desk wants to know why I don’t have any gray hair and if I do anything special to train my calves. I laugh and tell him I haven’t got any hair which is why he doesn’t see any gray and he says my beard is still mostly black. “Genetics… Continue reading The Half Wit Fascist Drinks Covfefe
YLC & The Alphabet Soup
Got a stack of papers to my right and a different pile on the left so that I don’t have to think about what I have handled and what I haven’t touched yet. The paper to my right is an EOB with a list of what the docs put in for services rendered and what… Continue reading YLC & The Alphabet Soup
It’s The Qualm Before The Storm
It is the qualm before the storm, as we are hair away from my father’s unveiling and about two weeks from the one year anniversary of his death. Can’t remember if my son or daughter asked me what I thought it would be like but I know I told them I don’t know. That is… Continue reading It’s The Qualm Before The Storm