100 Words- May 24, 2015

In the summer, if, in his sight, we were playing as noisily as the neighborhood kids, we were called out and made to sit on the curb, in front of the house, at his pleasure. I was twelve years old before I developed the balls to get up off the curb and tell my grandfather that if he wanted to punish me, he was going to have to find another way; I wasn’t going to sit on the curb, anymore.

My grandfather was a natural autocrat, If my grandfather wasn’t of the purple born, no matter; he assumed the robe.

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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