Grandfather
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Storyteller & the Storytellers
It’s a little pretentious of me to call myself a writer, which is why I usually note that I’m a reader who happens to write. Though, doesn’t that define a writer? Anyone who states they are a writer but don’t like reading is a poseur and should be stripped for their pen and paper immediately. Writers Continue reading
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This was supposed to be something entirely different
The first funeral I attended wasn’t a funeral at all. It was the burial of the family pet, a cat named Chachi. The neighbor found him on the side of the road after having been hit by a car. My father was still living with us at the time and we were all getting dressed Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 