Bob Wright
Hawkeye
Yesterday was my sister's birthday, ninety-two years of age. So we (Nita and I) took her out to dinner, of BBQ ribs. Then on the way home, we passed through a park area where it was pretty dark for a stretch. But, over aways off in the distance, there was a glow from a well lighted area.
My sister, Thelma, gazed over toward the lights and mused, "That reminds me of the old song I Can See The Lights of Home."
My response: "That's the prison."
Bob Wright
My sister, Thelma, gazed over toward the lights and mused, "That reminds me of the old song I Can See The Lights of Home."
My response: "That's the prison."
Bob Wright