Archive | 30.12.2009
- My Son's College Friend
I was working from home today, when the doorbell rang. It was Gary, my son's friend from the local community college they both attended.
"Hi Gary, Bobby's not home right now, but I expect him shortly," I said. "You are welcome to wait for him."
"I think I will do that Mr. Thomas, thanks," Gary replied to me.
"Call me Jack, ok Gary?"
"Sure thing then, Jack."
I told Gary I was doing some work in my computer room, if he cared to join me there. We both walked back to my spare bedroom I converted ... more
- Old Ike
When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won"t quit.
Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather"s Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from ... more