“Day in Court”

I was 15 years old, visiting my Dad in Edmonton Alberta during my high school Spring break in Washington State. Strangely He and I went on a shopping spree. Blue plaid suit, deep blue shirt and a white tie.  The next day we got up early. Dad standing in front of me shirtless freshly shaven, … Continue reading “Day in Court”

I Got Stripes

Visited my Dad Gerald last night in a dream. Perhaps it was brought on after watching "Walk the Line". Dad admired Johnny Cash. Perhaps for his out reach to prisoners but I am sure for some of his wry lyrics in songs like  I Got Stripes "On a Monday, My momma come to see me … Continue reading I Got Stripes