|Grandma Myrt and I|
|Hem in Cuba|
|Dan in Patagonia|
|Hemingway in World War I Italy|
There are things you don’t get over, no matter how old you get. Sometimes it’ll just sneak up on me when I’m not paying attention. If I see it coming I keep it at bay. But such thoughts are crafty that way. They waylay you when you least expect it. That’s the way it is with this memory of the time my dad, Whitie, told me he hated me and wished I’d never been born.
|Whitie and I|