Angels and Ministers of Grace Defend Thee

I remember staying up late, late, late playing dominoes, smoking cigarettes, drinking bourbon and laughing. A lot.

I remember moments of comfortable silence, around morning coffee.

I remember a slow Southern drawl that didn't speak often but said much.

I remember a gentle arm around my shoulder.

I remember a hug that made you feel as if you were the only thing important in the whole world.

I remember you, Tim.

My father, grandfather and Tim are sitting around a table already. The bourbon is flowing. The cigarettes are burning. The dominoes are laid out. And I'm surprised we can't all hear the laughter. In another 40 or 50 years, I'll enjoy rejoining that party. For now...

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.