Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
You may recognize it as 9-11. You may remember those who died, victims of heartless….souls.
You may remember those who died, pursuing their duty, and, doing so, gave
their last, full, measure of dedication.
Small town America, remembers.
As my youngest son says, “Respect!”
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Where a Redneck Jew and a Hispanic Catholic write about Gun Rights, Self Defense and whatever else we can think about.
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
Tales of another reality. Reminiscences of my time in the sick people business, and random thoughts otherwise clinging to my attention, like a baby monkey on a weimaraner.
