This year, from Mother’s Day to Father’s Day, life in my household has been more dramatic than normal. It is usually just a circus with one clown or the other taking center stage but this period of time, all three rings were performing without a curtain call or so it seemed.
Many years ago, I had a boyfriend named Pat…he was slightly older than my twelve years. Pat was the leader of a gang but that many years ago, a gang was just a bunch of guys and girls hanging out – kind of like Fonzi and the crowd on Happy Days.
Pat was cool and our ‘going steady’ lasted long enough for him to introduce me to cigarettes, encouraging me to get past the messy vomiting stage we smokers all went through at the start of our affair with the ‘Cig.’