They say I have my father's hands. Wonder if he wants them back.
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Door to nowhere
Current non-writing work in progress This is a door from a 1950s vintage record cabinet that belonged to my parents. I'm taking ...
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Apparently this restaurant menu is on the ceiling just in case you need to order from the floor.
Dad! Where ya been?!?
ReplyDeleteThat's creepy - why did you take his? Yours weren't good enough? I'd have to say, the older you get, the more they look like his.
ReplyDeleteHe took the picture, not the hands! I think Beloved Father would be appreciative of the works being done with "his" hands.
ReplyDeleteHe also has Sainted Mother's mouth, you know.