It was my Uncle Ted who died. He made his family a big pot of soup for supper, enough soup so there would be enough to eat the next day. Then he went to bed and never woke up. Thatâ€™s how it goes, I guess.
Iâ€™m just heading home from the service and whatnot, sitting here in my car at the secret wireless zone on Route 10. Iâ€™m debating if I should go to the Queenâ€™s County liquor outlet and buy a bunch of booze or if I should take that precious dough and send away for Brewerâ€™s Dictionary of Phrase and Fable on amazon.com. Well dammit. I think might have a bunch of vodka tucked away somewhere up at the house.
Turns out I own some nice clothes that I never wear. Pants, nice shirts, a couple of neckties. I think I might start dressing up from time to time. For no reason, and without having to wait for a funeral to do it.