|My dad got his WWII 1939-1945 medal after seventy years|
Beginning of a novel.“Wake up wake up!”, a vigorous shacking of my shoulder by a very female voice was encouraging me to come out of my dream state. It was in a good part too. The beautiful girl on the beach, in her two part swim suit some place in the south pacific. Then she was gone, poof! Oh reality why do you hate me so? I was at the good part to.
Reality was slowly seeping back into my cobwebbed brain. And shacking went on like an earth quake and it was getting very annoying! I flung my right arm out to try to stop the Innocent shacking. No good with out opening my eyes I was blind as a mioptic bat. The shacking went on. The only way for it to stop my sleep deprived brain told me was to open my eyes and give her what she wants. So you know what I did? Opened my eyes, very reluctantly.
The low light compartment with its rows and rows of padded seats. Reminding me of on old style airplane from the late 20th century. With one big difference. There were in space and it was almost empty. Me and
|I'm here with my sister in law Maria (she's beside me in the black dress) at my brother's place. We're just having a little get together for Christmas. I did bring my guitar and played a couple of songs. I've been taking guitar lessons at LongMcQuade since February and am able to play a few songs by heart. I have a blue Denver guitar and my sister in law has an Oscar Schmidt. I'm still working at Westcon Precast and things are going smoothly|