that were walking past the house walking a dog and tossing a football back and forth.
In a voice OOZING with sarcasm, "My! We're certainly setting a poor example for they youngster by playing on the street with him."
He grinned, "I try."
"Keep up the good work," I said. "Hopefully Karen doesn't call the gendarmes on you."
"Actually she did once," He replied. "The cop just drove by slowly and waved."
"Know who it was?" I asked.
" I have an idea."
"Well let the young man know so he can put her on the Halloween list." I said.
"In this day and age of cameras?" he asked.
"Ain't three kids in the entire town that don't know about masks, gloves and throwaway clothing." I laughed. "Someone's gotta keep Karen in line."
He laughed and said, "Don't give him any more ideas."
Then I grew somewhat serious. "Dumb $hit like throwing a ball is the stuff kids remember when they get old like me. We always remember the small stuff our dads did with us."
It's true. I remember a lot of the small stuff my dad did with me.
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