I’d forgotten what the Fish’s basement looked like–JOHN and the fireplace and the wet bar. Good times then. I remember how we’d leave the Fish’s and drive home, with Dad listening to the ballgame in the front seat, and we’d all fall asleep across each other in the back.
Sleep peacefully, Mark F. See you on the other side.
RIght on.
Made me cry.
I’d forgotten what the Fish’s basement looked like–JOHN and the fireplace and the wet bar. Good times then. I remember how we’d leave the Fish’s and drive home, with Dad listening to the ballgame in the front seat, and we’d all fall asleep across each other in the back.
Sleep peacefully, Mark F. See you on the other side.