Let us do the dirty work

It was a pretty good deal wasn’t it? A pair of useless eyes in exchange for on call minions.  Oh the early days were grand. My eldest daughter was always able to mollify me, she’s an excellent salesman – pardon me, person.  She really could sell anything – often did too, until Read more…

Holler if ya hear me

The sound of laughter is the thing you’ll miss the most. Trust me, at eighty-eight I’m old enough to know. I’ve been alone a long time now and that’s the single most thing I miss. It’s not conversation or even a warm body.  I like my company but I go out Read more…