Short Thoughts: Those who shape and those moments that did.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
tribute #314 - Joe
Dad brought me (where?) sleepy-eyed, to meet Indian Joe, 'just Joe', who he hung out with, camped with, in youth.
a pull-off, widened road, old tree, almost saw him. what story did dad almost tell that mom disapproved into silence?
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