Sunday, September 23, 2012
I like to think that this little girl is a kindred spirit. I like to think that her parents told her that if she'd put on her nice clothes, go to church and behave, they'd take her out for ice cream and a game of miniature golf. My mother didn't try and bribe me into religion. It was accept god's love or the back of the hand. It was a lousy choice. I asked for the slap and still was forced into the pew. Eventually, my mother gave up and accepted that I was going to Hell. Oh well.
On another note, I'm 57 years old and I've never played miniature golf, shuffle board or been bowling. Is that weird?
Dated, "SEP 69"