Mutterings and Musings
A lot of folks don’t know that in his younger days, they called him Flaco, He could pitch that ball and make it curve so fine, He’d tell you a joke or spin a story every chance he’d get to all the little muchachos, But He’d go the distance for his family for they were… Continue reading Flaco
It was a cold, cold night. The rain had started to turn to freezing rain, and sticking to my windshield. I had just had the thought on how lucky I was to have a new vehicle, recently purchased just months earlier. So, I never gave it a second thought that it would go out on… Continue reading That Cold Night