Reply
Mon 25 Feb, 2008 04:48 am
It's..... I suppose a pointless story, I have not been asked to write it. I don't know that I could ever be a hero. There were times in my youth that I jumped and I made, and the rest sat at the shore.
There were times when I watched from the shore.
Amigo, I understand your allusion to having been a hero, and also the one that intimated when you just "sat and watched." Why not elaborate a little more, honey.
I was thinking of writting a story and that was going to be the beggining. But now that I see it this morning I don't know.
if you wrote it, I'd read it
(you write good stuff out there already Amigo)
Re: Record 5-86-27
Amigo wrote:It's..... I suppose a pointless story, I have not been asked to write it. I don't know that I could ever be a hero. There were times in my youth that I jumped and I made, and the rest sat at the shore.
There were times when I watched from the shore.
Cont.
Yea, Thats right.........5-86-27. Thats the number on that tagged catfish that took my arm off in the summer of 76'.
The one that got away.
It all seems so long ago. Maybe because we were younger. It didn't matter anymore.
"Record 5-86-27!.....Record 5-86-27!!" the clerk calls out.
My head tweeks. thats my number.
Stumble It!
Tweet This
Bookmark on Delicious
Share on Facebook
Share on MySpace