Blogshorts Day 18

When I was sixteen I wrecked the car.

My Dad noticed it immediately

As I talked, he didn’t yell, just listened quietly.

It was the only time I told him I loved him.

Blogshorts Day 16 - Yankee stadium

1978, the Bronx terrified me.

It was cold and rainy.

I never was so proud of my father as when he bribed the teller twenty bucks

to sit behind first base.