After a long and trying meeting at our local Middle School I began the short half-block walk to my truck. At the stop light on the corner of Myrtle Ave the red-hand-light made it so that a young lady and I had to wait for permission to walk. When the light finally turned I started to take my old man stride across the Duarte Road and quickly her quick pace over took me.
In seconds she was several paces ahead of me. That
Peat Coat
Other than my receding hairline I possess very few physical reminders of my father. Today I noticed a large tear and missing buttons from his olde peat coat and panicked. I