I’ve talked about starting a “stories” page forever. We didn’t realize how strange it was until we moved away.
I vividly remember walking through the dark dingy basement of my friends decrepit house. His Dad, Chuck, had lost his mining job and had innumerable deer hanging in his basement that he was processing. My friend told me they were for friends and family. I was 6 or so.
The first place I ever had lobster was in a filthy apartment where all my friend had was a mattress and a pile of clothes. It was the first of the month.
The funny thing is that I can see the glow of the lights in the dark central grassy area of Mount Haggin Holmes. It was our Americana, laughing and playing tackle football until exhaustion sent us into the apartments at God knows what hour. We felt safe, and were filled with joy. Oh, and yes, there were plenty of problems solved through scraps.
I pray Mike is found in a safe manner, not for him, but for others.