Happy Father’s Day to all you guys who were part of my life, especially my Dad, and Dad Bridge, and the great one that I chose (guess we chose each other) had for my life partner.
Sunday morning, I was just sitting here reading a post from Hillary Clinton that showed side-by-side news images from Trump’s parade of military might and birthday bash and the millions of Americans gathered in huge groups that showed up for peaceful No King’s Day protests. I started to bawl - overcome with deep, achy heavy-hearted tears rolling down my cheeks that even drew Joeys attention and he came over to comfort me. What a world - full over turmoil, possibilities of war and yet, you go to the store and all seems normal.
I had nice conversation with Tom this morning and I’m glad that we have kept our friendship going. He is a good guy and we had lots of fun adventures for a few years.
Ben came over to pick me up and we got my medications set up for the week, then headed to their house for dinner with the family. While we were working on technical issues I have been having, we both got a real good chuckle out of it.
Here is the backup story: remember back when we were kids and everyone had a nickname? Well, my younger brother Rocco gave me the moniker of Schosher, Schosh, something like that and it stuck with me my entire life.
I got to drive! Woo Hoo! And all went well - of course there were a few little things like getting too close to a curb and having to make a second attempt at parking, but I can drive but promised not to go near the freeways.
Of course the meal was delicious (chicken shish kebabs), and the company was lovely.
