Osborn~

Some traditions, we don’t realize were traditions until we look back.  Weeks spent at Grandma’s house.  A perfect example.  I honestly don’t remember where mom and dad went.  I know once they went to Vegas and I flew from there to Sky Harbor in Phoenix.  I think mom went to deliver sailboats with dad a [...]

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Rah-Pump-Ah-Pom-Pom~

Six a.m.  Phoenix.   The scent of coffee in Grandma’s apartment.  I’m sleeping on the fold out couch, the old kind that just folded the back down flat rather than removing cushions and hauling a bed across the living room.  The strains of Dad’s guitar practice are soothing and keep me in a semi-solemnous state.
Grandma gets [...]

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