Opening the closet.That's what did it.It's interesting what triggers the memories and starts the train of thought careering down the line, snatching you into a bout of reverie.When I opened Dad's closet the day after he died, I looked at the row of nice suits and sport-coats he had. I was looking for his uniform, as that was what he was going to wear for the rest of his corporeal existence.Not there.Next room. Some of Mom's stuff, but not much. No uniform, certainly.Next room. More suits. Nice ones. Too bad Dad and I weren't a physical match, even before I...
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Sep 19 2009, 09:45 AM
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Argghhh! The Home Of Two Of Jonah's Military Guys..