Red, White, Blue Doves
Remember Hacksaw Jim; moreover, guy played ball at SMU, and the crowd would chant: "USA!"
Mom always said she liked that. My friend Jesse's Dad said Hacksaw looked crazy carrying that two-by-four. It's wrestling. Real entertainment.
Miss my kid. I saw him struggle with his conscience when I explained to him about philosophically cool things. Mom always wanted him to live with us; however, we were put in charge of ferrying other people's children, as if their servants; still, we love them, and did our jobs; thus, why are they mad at us for obeying our entire lives? Was it not enough?
Bertha fought. Drank coffee by the gallon. Laughed. Watched Sci-Fi. Grandmas have the best of love. I ponder La Sainte Vierge's Mom. I bet she was great. Kinda reminds me of the old lady in that Vin Diesel movie, yet she wasn't all that cool. I always got along with the elderly. People in need love everyone. Saw an old man get ketchup (Heinz) when I first moved to Little Rock near 1980. All he got was the ketchup. He was beautiful.
Reading a book on werecats. Heck, they got were-everything nowadays. It's not nice to thieve people's hard-earned or deserved finances. Maybe somebody will do it to you. Always give a hobo a dollar, and Bertha fed them; plus, as I mentioned, coffee. She always had her coffee. Love ya Bert. You too Pap. You guys were like my parents.
