I’m only beginning to fill out the 1950′s review section of the library. What I love about the 50′s is the raw enthusiasm from artists who took advantage of a sliver of permissiveness to let it loose. 111 more words
Last thing at night, dad is shuffling down the hall with his walking frame.
Me: ‘See you in the morning, dad.’
Dad: ‘Hope so.’
Next morning as he shuffles back out to the lounge with his walking frame.
Dad: ‘Still here.’