This is the first time I've shared a true story with you. This is from 50 years in my past. I haven't seen Kelly Ashby since a year after this story takes place. I learned that Turkey was something more than a Thanksgiving meal when her father got transferred there. Crackers still scares me.
My Father passed away 11 years ago. My Mother, whose voice you heard several weeks ago, can remember bits and pieces of this from time to time, but she doesn't understand very much anymore. I haven't spoken to Jon or Shelley in years.
Art lasts forever. This is my way to return to a love that is long gone. It will be here for me whenever I feel alone. I hope this makes you remember your family, too.
I could use your help on Patreon so I can get a dog.
https://www.patreon.com/Freds_Front_Porch?fan_landing=true
