Friday, May 24, 2024

Flying For Fish...


Flying For Fish...

It's Fryday night,
For a boy from Cheeseland,
No time for beer and brats,
That's Saturday afternoon,
Don'tchya kno,
Bring me all that crispy gold,
Like my Mom's days of old,
On a plate with tartar and lemon,
And make no bones,
About it,
It's Fryday night,
And,
I'm flying for fish.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/24/2024

Sunday, April 07, 2024

Memories - Volume 1 - 04-05-2024 (The Godparent Quest Ends Up With...Pizza)

Thank you for reading. 

I debated internally quite a bit before deciding to post this. Some of the youthful memories here are difficult and, not in a good way, formative. 

In the end, the reality was what it was. You can't have a full story without the good, the bad, and the amazing.

Regards,

Dan