There’s a bad pic of my ugly mug.
Family problems has kept me away for the last little bit. My mother passed away and almost everyone lost their heads. My baby sis handled all the necessary, and did a fine job of it too. I have no illusions about how my Mom felt about me. She used to tell folks I didn’t write or call, but it gets old when you fall for it and she’ll be talking about how I was a disappointment in about ten minutes or less. She wasn’t always like that, so I try to remember the good times. Like when she used to sneak me into the back door of the Carnegie so I could stand in front of the dinosaurs. Later we would stop at market square for a hot pretzel from a cart and maybe a fish sandwich at the oyster house. I guess that’s about the fondest memories I can conjure. I have to leave it right there. Please don’t tell me that your sorry for my loss, I lost her a long time ago. She just caught up.
Later Mom, Tell Dad I said hi.