Parking Meter, Fire Hydrant and now this.
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My dad passed away 16 years ago today. We used to tear apart old lawnmowers and telephones that we had found at the town dump -- to fix them or just to see how they were made.
In those days of flannel shirts, Levi’s and younger skin, it didn’t always matter what the lyrics were. It mattered more that I wanted to fit into…
I learned much from your quiet example More than all the words you ever spoke those lasting bits of you ramble in my chest Yet, there’s no way to…
More than the rocky, parched and root-filled soil where she now rests, I'll remember her snotty purrs and sweet personality. Goodbye Stella Bella.