Somehow He Knows (Part Two)
as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine Just before dawn the next morning, I was making my beautiful wife a cup of coffee. I had on my baseball cap with a light in front that I use for hiking. The shutters were closed. All the lights in the house were off. Only the small bulb on my cap was on. In my mind, the theme to Mission: Impossible was playing. Yeah, I know I sound like a nut. For no other reason than I had a feeling, I peeked outside and saw my father peeking back. He was looking out his front door, squinty eyes squinting. His front door is actually a back door. He lives in a little in-law house just in front of our main house, so his front door actually faces backward to the french doors that lead into our kitchen. Sometimes he’ll sleep there, and sometimes he’ll sleep in a bedroom we have for him in the main house, depending on how annoyed he is at me, I guess. It's not as confusin...