My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.
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Saturday, January 25, 2014
Another Song To Tug At Your Hearstrings
Some days make you think of those you lost; for whatever reason.
We have lost many in our long lives. I lost my little brother on my 69th birthday and I am the only one left. But I have to say, he is the only one of my family I really miss. Some friends from my younger days make me wonder what if... On a side note, I went to high school with Patty's husband, Emory Gordy. Autographs later.
We have lost many in our long lives. I lost my little brother on my 69th birthday and I am the only one left. But I have to say, he is the only one of my family I really miss. Some friends from my younger days make me wonder what if...
ReplyDeleteOn a side note, I went to high school with Patty's husband, Emory Gordy. Autographs later.
There's not many of us left. Out of seven, only three remain in my family.
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