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Email To My Brother: Wide Load

I called our father on Monday, and he said that you sounded very sad the last time you spoke with him on the phone, maybe even crying.      “How come, pop?” I asked, not really interested.    “He was depressed because every time he comes to town, he gets mistaken for a Kardashian from behind.”       RaisingDad RaisingMyFather.Blogspot.com JimDuchene.Blogspot.com American Chimpanzee @JimDuchene   

Email To My Brother: Cleveland

I figure the conversation you had with your wife when she told you she was going to Cleveland went like this:      Your Wife: “I’m going to Cleveland.”      You: “Who’s in Cleveland?”      Your Wife: “Not you.”        RaisingDad RaisingMyFather.BlogSpot.com JimDuchene.BlogSpot.com. American Chimpanzee @JimDuchene    

Email To My Brother: Sorry, But

I had to go out of town, but I called our father from Anycity, USA to see how he was doing , and—sorry, but—I let it slip.        I told him that you told me that if you die before him you don’t want anyone to tell him, because you didn't want to break his heart.      “Tell your brother not to worry,” he told me. “He’s been dead to me since 1963.”       RaisingDad RaisingMyFather.Blogspot.com JimDuchene.BlogSpot.com. American Chimpanzee @JimDuchene