The pain has interrupted another lucid and perhaps amusing thought. Time to put aside the current work in progress with a promise I will get back to it. I probably should just keep writing and while the cloud parked between my ears reminds me of some times I had in the eighties, the occasional sparks of lightning remind me it is not really a fertile planting ground for creativity.
It may be fortuitous that I find myself writing this on the cusp of Father’s day. A day that reminds me of a man that was the king of “Bucking Up.”
In the past I have strung together some decent sentences in a form that some may actually have termed prose*. In my current state of mind I will not taint any of those previous efforts. Instead I will leave you with a few thoughts that come to mind when I think of my Father.
Thoughts for today.
Tough As Nails.
Sinusz. (Polish for Sonny).
Hunter Safety Instructor
Working Two Jobs
Taking the boys to work.
Hunting with Dad.
A Toast to Casey on Father’s Day.
*Click on the Father’s Day Tag of the post to see those.