My Mom and I are not allowing Dad to take the car anymore. We have to drive him when he wants to go for a walk in town. He is restless after lunch and a quick nap. He thinks he wants to go on First Street for a walk or down to the YMCA for a few laps around the indoor track.
He hollers "Wheres the keys!?" from the garage. The neighbors can all hear him. He can't hear us respond because he is deaf.
We talk about him alot. My Mom tells me about the times when they were young. Even then she says he was strange. Different than the rest of the kids in their town.
2.22.2009
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