A blog from a guy who lives in Texarkana. Father of a special needs child with Optic Nerve Hypoplasia, husband to a great wife, follower of the NFL and MLB. Player of golf, reader, techie not Trekkie, and music lover.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Funky love
Well Funky Winkerbean made quick work of the Wally story for now. Becky told Wally that she buried him and her life was with John. As Wally walked off carrying his trombone case, Becky reflected on how Wally was her first everything, but she had to live with her present. That is how it should be. Love can be painful, and the first can really be the worst. But as I've said myself, I'm not concerned with my first love but my last.
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