One Double Burger, One Plain
Being from the British Isles my Mother used some odd words interchangeably. Filthy, disgusting, and revolting were three of them. Was something “filthy” or “disgusting”? Or a happy combo like disgustingly revolting? I don’t know. With parents go figure. Their actions often contradicted what they said most of the time. I guess in my Mom’s…
“The Great War” Part 6
Meanwhile back at home – I had decided to enlist. Since I viewed it as my “Patriotic Duty” to do whatever I could to protect my Country. The Militia Enlistment Board thought I was to durn old to fight. Can you imagine that? I was only twelve hundredt years pupped. My Pappy, Walter Brennan Treewanker,…