Sherry
You're not the boss of me
Me mudder was devout in her religion.
A little backstory: she left her middle-class Park Ridge life for a man that swooned her. A man who was an 8th grade dropout with but a nickel in his pocket. Tech Sgt. Mr.H. my dad fresh out of the WWII in the ought- of 1944.
He gave her a promise that he ultimately fulfilled; To start himself in business within 2 years.
So my mom took the bait, and married then lived with this guy in a rented schoolhouse. No plumbing, no heat stave for a wood-burning stove.
Almost two years to that day, he hit it.14 years and 7 children later he was dead.
And now... you know... the REST of the story.
G'day!
All I want to say is that everything you experienced made you the fine man and father you are today...you are one class act, Mr. H.
