It's been about 35 years since my dad had a Frito route. Every afternoon after work he would back the truck into the driveway. Except on Halloween. On Halloween he parked front-end-in. I think about that every year. I hate Halloween.
Doesn't take much to make me happy. Honesty, loyalty, sunshine and warm sand between my toes, a good hug, my Pradapuppy's tongue on my face, and most recently, hearing my granddaughter laugh for the first time!
2 comments:
i did not remember that.
Wow - I'm surprised. Thanks for reading though!
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