Hmmmm, a man of mystery...so very rare these days!
I have many delightful memories of being in the car with Momma and having to slide low in the seat as she pulled over to the curb, the whole time mumbling beneath my breath and begging her to please not stop, someone I know might see us! At the time I didn't find the situation so "delightful."
Now that she is gone I look around my home and realize just how many of those dumpster finds I hold close to my heart, each one attached to a memory that brings a smile to my face.
What I wouldn't give for just one more "Treasure Hunt" alongside Momma.
Knowing what I now know, I would stand proud.
Mind you, I'm only 52 years old but was born and raised here.
My Mom used to sneak my siblings and I out of the house after Midnite still dressed in our PJ's and we'd have hot fudge sundaes at Meal-A-Minute.
Somehow she always managed to get us back home and in bed before Daddy ever knew we were even gone!
But no matter how hard I try I can't recall a club upstairs!
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