Have you ever looked in the mirror and said, “Who the hell is that?” Not me. I know exactly who I am most of the time.
My dad Bill loved his John Wayne movies and westerns. As children, “The Duke” was a staple in our household, along with a choice selection of dad-approved programming.
It’s August, and I’m another year older. Maybe another year wiser. Life experience is great and can be used for all sorts of savings and discounts.
Time is precious. Each day is an opportunity, especially the weekends. Like many, I value the weekends and the two-day respite from the necessary work-a-day routine.
By Christmas morning, I survived the shopping season. Hallelujah! You can never go wrong with socks.
Note to readers: artifacts mentioned and dated references to a bygone era may confuse anyone born after the 1992. The story, characters, and incidents portrayed are true. Some character names have been changed due to the haze of memory.
Day 110: Where did the time go? I’ve squandered precious writing months, distracted with so many different things. I’ve even neglected my ant farm. The house is littered with dead plants I never watered. Bill collectors knock on my door day and night, demanding payment. Behind them stand loan sharks, here to collect various gambling