it is about looking down the valley. [I live on the hill, overlooking the valley], I see the beautiful colors of the Autumn leaves
sparkling in the sun and remember my father and I taking the Salmon colored Buick Riviera with wire-wheels for a ride.
We used to go out every other Sunday, for dinner and to just roam around. [My father being a paraplegic in a wheelchair, couldn't drive anymore]. My father was a cantankerous old man and hard to get along with. Everyone in the family said, I had balls to take him out. I told them that I just kept my mouth shut and didn't say much, except to agree with him; but in my head, I was cursing him out! Still, there were some good days, when he was okay and pensive. I think he was thinking about how his life might have been different, if he wasn't an alcoholic and had two good legs. ~ Geezer.
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