On this day in 1965…
Childhood memories are recounting the mind games parents played. Now we are old people unable to move on with our lives. I heard of my father’s health issues and my siblings, who are plotting his demise. There is nothing left for him to atone. He’s made his mistakes but he doesn’t deserve to die.
I did not see the total solar eclipse; rain and thunder filled the sky. I spent the day with good company and a good sandwich. It was a good day.