I was gnawing on a stale piece of red licorice last night when the thought occured to me, “I should call Dad, he’d get a kick out of me eating stale licorice.” Dad loved licorice. Dad’s been gone for several … Continue reading
I was gnawing on a stale piece of red licorice last night when the thought occured to me, “I should call Dad, he’d get a kick out of me eating stale licorice.” Dad loved licorice. Dad’s been gone for several … Continue reading