Keeping this short as my keyboard's messing up, low on batteries. Actually got a lot done by handwriting, not typing. I had a bunch of photos I wanted scanned, and was able to complete that task as well. (I will let the spell-checker fix the words, as the n and c are not working. If that were the only problem, the space bar often does not work.) So I came across one I took of my dad circa 1980 or so, in the basement of our old house. I like that there are three of him in the photo. The reflection and the framed shot, which was taken in the parking lot of Old Chicago. That was a failed indoor amusement park, but you can still see the interior in the 1977 film THE FURY. So, there's my dad and then there's me. What went wrong?
5 comments:
Alas, your dad just didn't quite have your charm.
I think a lot of us look back and ask, 'what went wrong?'
I don't think anything went wrong. Sounds like you've got quite a lot in common with your old man.
Bwah ha!
I've been meaning to comment that I see maybe one reason why you like Bobby the Mitch...your dad looks a lot like him in that photo!
Meh, you're not so scary. But that sign is!
:o)
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