Another story for the grandkids…about grandkids.
When my son was around 3 or so we were all at my mother’s house for dinner. My mother is very strict about manners and all the grandkids knew that unquestionably. They all tried their darnedest (at least at that point in their young lives) to avoid a run in with Grandma about manners. My son burps, and we all look at him expecting an “excuse me”. He looks back at us and says, “It was the burp bird in my pocket.” What you do after that?
We did not know it then, but that incidence was a good foreshadowing of my son’s future personality.
Fast forward 30 some odd years, Continue reading “Sexy Defined”
I don’t normally read books on war or military actions. I originally started to read this book because my mother’s brother is Paul Henry Carr. He died in this battle.