A Blast from the Past


John, my friend since childhood, told me months ago that he had been saving something for me and that he’d deliver the next time that we saw each other.  That next time, oddly enough, was at a funeral.  I was a pallbearer and he works for the funeral home that was providing services for the deceased.  True to his word, John retrieved a small collection of items from the back seat of a company vehicle. Continue reading A Blast from the Past

Home Sweet Home- The Junkie Pad

As a result of one stupid decision that I made as a young man, I went from living a wonderful existence in a tiny cabin on the banks of the Shenandoah River, to surviving day-to-day in a rundown old house in the middle of Small-Town, Virginia.  (Edinburg, to be exact) Traded in a beautiful girlfriend, two dogs and a canoe for a bachelor’s life shared with a childhood friend of mine. Continue reading Home Sweet Home- The Junkie Pad

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