Mark had been leading the way, followed by Damien, then Sean, then Mike and finally I was manning the...
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Cleaning the dog poop off Damien’s pants turned out to be easier than I would have expected it to...
We had another unscheduled stop in front of White Castle to give some lady directions to the Post Office....
The phone only rang once before I heard Bill Killian, Damien’s grandfather, answer. “Hello Bill.” I said, “This is...
The first few days after coming home from the hospital, I passed the time by lying or sitting around...
“Trick-or-Treat, Trick-or-Treat!” the little pink flower ghost said in an almost cartoon like voice. “Oh, come on now! It’s...
Mike was wearing one of those double buckled belts with each buckle having two buckle pins apiece. Talk about...
A few days after I had received my new phone, Mark and I had decided to make a trip...
Mom looked like she was going to cry again and I didn’t think I could take more water works....
Mark walked in, looking kind of sheepish, “Sorry I sort of couldn’t help overhearing…” he trailed off at the...