It remains Thursday.
Some bug in my head reminded me as September rapidly approaches…
As we celebrate freedom…
Well, Here is a video preamble:
And I aim to keep my promise.
(This one is personal, and no need to read. Just a thing I do as September crowds me, and bad dreams haunt me)
In 1971 when my step-sister Madelyn and I were fourteen and thirteen respectively, my parents would often go out of town on the weekends. My father and stepmother seemed to always have some magic convention or gathering to attend in Dallas, Houston, Kansas City, or any number of other venues. My father knew all the local high school kids from his directing of the senior plays every year. Two of the former graduates, Ronnie and Doug, then about twenty years old, remained very good friends of my father and particularly Ronnie, (who was Peanut’s Uncle). My father decided that Madelyn and I needed a ‘baby-sitter’ while he and Gloria were off on their long weekends, so they paid Doug and Ronnie to look after us.