Good morning! Once Uncle Mike returns from Bermuda, I'm sure I'll have more to report. Mom did offer a gem this week. Over the phone, as I navigated traffic on State Road 200, she said, "I keep meaning to tell you more about that day we all went to lunch." For new readers, she's referring to the single time I met my father. My dad took us to New Haven for lunch because he had to pick up his typewriter from a repair shop. So Mom says, "He was a writer!"
It seems a little hokey. And could Mom be romanticizing a fuzzy memory for the sake of her daughter's blog? Well, it's possible...Sooner or later, we'll find out who this Tommy Ward character really is.
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If he was a performance artist, it doesn't seem at all unlikely he would write. And the crumbs lead on!
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