This post is for Richard Only.
I'm addressing it to Richard,
so he can find me. Respond to this post if you're Richard. This blog is public like the others, but it's primary audience should be him.
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Richard, I saw you on Wednesday's Child. You didn't look happy. You are the only one who didn't make a comment. Richard, just know that we love you back home. David's in the Big House, good riddance, and now we have Mom, who I've loved since I was born, and probably before then, Penny, who is very sensitive, sweet, loving, kind, long-suffering, patient, warm, etc. And then there is Grandpa Carl. I love him to death, but he sure doesn't make it easy on me. The guy is attempting to "toughen me up," since I'm such a milksop to him. He even said one time, "Get Mama's tit out your mouth, and make something of yourself!" Okay. (I never was on her tit, except when I put on Mama's Gold. I needed that to set up my immune system. I was bottle-fed after that.). He definitely wants to put me through boot camp, but with all of the thugs in there now, I would never come out, except in a body bag.
Richard Arthur Maurin. I want you to forgive me. If you google this, please let me know by responding to this as a note.
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