The other day dad asked where his golf clubs were and panicked. It wasn't where he usually had it which was by the living room lights and antique table. I stood up to help him find it but....they were just on the other side of the table........hahah
what was once tightly tucked inside the cranium... all drawings and writing belong to me. copyright 2019
Sunday, September 28, 2014
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