The Fall
this was written in 1988..... It's really chilly this mornin; I tell ya Spring is so durned unpredictable. Yesterday the temperature was 85, and today we'll do good if it gets up past 45. At least the sun come out. Maybe it'll be a pretty day, anyway. Sittin here, just a lookin out my kitchen window, I can see the City is tearin up the danged street again. A new sewer system this time. Every Spring they start tearin up the streets, and then there's dust all over everythin, more work for me. It feels really strange around here now, without Pete. Hard for me to believe he's really gone. Last night I was watchin the T.V., and somethin come on that i knew he'd get a kick out of. Thinkin he was in the kitchen, I yelled; "Hey Pete, come and check this out!" Then it dawned on me...Pete's gone. I'm sure gonna miss that man; he was good company. We used to do everythin together: if he went, I went. and lord that man kept me laughin, alw...