Because they are like family.
That’s just crazy!
That brings back memories. Branko’s Bar and Grill or Nikola’s Restaurant, the usual hangouts. Life was very different in the fifties……. Mom got well and back to cooking us meals. Later I started working summers in construction for my Dad in 1955 in spite of child labor laws and we regularly had lunch at a variety of diners. My old-man, Cadillacs, fedoras and cigars. Miss him. Miss Mom. Both lasted into their late nineties.
We have to let you go.
Wet pelt? Hmmmm.
Mu shoo kitty.
Once, at work, there was RAM theft from office computers. We think some employees that were resigning to start a company, purloined the cards. RAM rustlers!
MyMom was too sick to make dinner once.Then I realized that my Dad did not know how to cook.
“Isn’t life beautiful, isn’t life gay?
Isn’t life the perfect way to pass the time of day?”