Unsettling this is to me. I was on the computer doing Prine time - the computer room I cannot see out. I moved my ass out only to find the wood shed door is wide opened. The woodshed door does not opened on itself. A human has to open it.
I contacted our local Citizens on Patrol, explained about my situation with Gary - and I am scared. Good grief, it is broad daylight.
I received instructions for what I must do and I will follow them to the tee. I will not putter. The lady I spoke with is a widow, her husband died recently.
We have guns, and yes - I will use them.
Damn, I just wish I was more secure. I am not. I am afraid.
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John Prine Drawing
John Prine as drawn by my great nephew, Brayden. Ain't it cool. Talented young man he is, 14 years old, and loves to draw. B...
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John Prine as drawn by my great nephew, Brayden. Ain't it cool. Talented young man he is, 14 years old, and loves to draw. B... -
I am posting a day early here, because the events of tomorrow, I know I will be busy. 1920, March 14th - my father was born, I look back on ...
Give 'em lead!
ReplyDeleteJPP, you and Gary and all the mountainettes are with us in Milwaukee. We are family.