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Hi TAPS
I drop in nearly every day/middle of night and read as much as I can. Have to keep up with my Blogit friends!! I know I should be posting....
posted by
adnohr
on September 18, 2016 at 2:04 AM
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Re: adnohr
Whenever I see your name as evidence of a visit, I immediately go to see if you have written a new post. LOL. One day.....
posted by
TAPS.
on September 17, 2016 at 3:10 PM
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TAPS
Well written and very sad and I can relate a bit to it for a short part of my life.
posted by
WileyJohn
on September 17, 2016 at 1:33 PM
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Good narrative Taps. Has happened many times one would imagine, it just drags a person down into the gutter.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 17, 2016 at 11:25 AM
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When working in the streets I talked often to a man who had a similar experience - losing a well-paying job, then the bottle, then losing the family. I would lend him books, and each week he would return it to me for another one. I still wonder if he ever got back to a more stable life.
posted by
adnohr
on September 17, 2016 at 9:12 AM
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This is so real - so perfectly describes how insulated we are from
things going on around us, not seeing what's coming even though - in hindsight - it was perfectly obvious... Lovely architecture in that Kansas City neighborhood.
posted by
Pat_B
on September 17, 2016 at 5:01 AM
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TAPS
Oh, so sad, so bereft. You tell it so very well.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on September 16, 2016 at 6:32 PM
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I can here in this story that incredulous voice...How did this happen to me?? even as the spiral down ward keeps hitting another depth.
posted by
Kabu
on September 16, 2016 at 3:16 PM
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