(This is one I wrote a number of years ago. In honor of my father, I am re-posting it for Father’s Day. May all fathers out there be as great as mine, and may they all know, wherever they are, how much they mean to us.) It took me a minute to figure out why my eyes were flooding. Maybe it was the... Sign in to see full entry.
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Flotsam, jetsam, tangled threads and ADD moments. Stupid jokes and esoteric observations. An occasional deep thought, even though I try like hell to weed those out as often as possible. This is just a comfortable place to come get an occasional chuckle or two. And yeah, I left for awhile -- most of us do at one point or another -- and now I am back. I feel no obligation to explain; suffice it to say, "There's no place like home."
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