Wife won't let me ride my bicycle (wisely) but I'm looking for my next dog. I'll know him/her when we meet. Will be named DD for the fox terrier I acquired on D-Day. Who needs originality? Grandkids got the bats and gloves. Ah, memories.
I awoke this morning thinking of the last softball game after I had a knee rebuilt. I hit four for four, all home runs, run for me by a young mother named Regina, of incredible litheness, strength, and beauty. She probably hasn't aged a day since 1990. Sure would like to see her.
Worse places to be stuck for sure.
ReplyDeleteA decade hard to beat.
DeleteI have said it countless times to countless people that the fifties was America at its best. Send me back there and leave me there.
ReplyDeleteYes, Sir. All I need is my dog, bicycle with bat and glove.:)
DeleteWife won't let me ride my bicycle (wisely) but I'm looking for my next dog. I'll know him/her when we meet. Will be named DD for the fox terrier I acquired on D-Day. Who needs originality? Grandkids got the bats and gloves. Ah, memories.
ReplyDeleteI awoke this morning thinking of the last softball game after I had a knee rebuilt. I hit four for four, all home runs, run for me by a young mother named Regina, of incredible litheness, strength, and beauty. She probably hasn't aged a day since 1990. Sure would like to see her.
Memories.
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