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free bird

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My brother, who we call "Boyou" because my dad called him that, is 51 years old. He is an alcoholic and probably has been since he was about 13 or 14. I can't remember the last time he was sober or when I last talked to him when he wasn't drunk. This picture taken when he was a little boy might be the only picture I have of him sober. He actually was forced into sobriety for three days last week because he spent them in jail. I am not convinced that he didn't con the jailers into bringing him in some beer. I won't go into detail about why he was in jail but it was a second offense and we are hoping he will get 90 days there. Maybe 90 days is a good start. He has a way about him of being able to convince most anyone to do anything for him. Maybe it is part of the disease, I don't know. There's a lot of things I don't know about him. He and I were always close - kind of on the same wave length. He would always try not to cry by opening his eyes real

milk macaroni in the room by the stove

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In my little town I grew up believing That God keeps his eye On us all Simon and Garfunkle In my little town, the town I grew up in, it is about 7 degrees below zero, the winds are blowing at 50 miles an hour and it is a blizzard. My mom says she can't see across the street. My sister didn't go to work which is a 12 mile drive almost to the shores of Lake Superior or, as Gordon Lightfood would say "The big lake they call Gitchee Gumee" in his song about the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. I sure wish I was there even though and maybe because my sister Barbara Jean said in her last text message " We are still here with our chooks on. It has not let up at all. Don't know if I will get to ma's today". A "chook" is a term used by many folks in my hometown, for a knitted, often homemade hat that is much like a skull cap or a stocking cap (but not as long). It "panks" your hair down, which means, "makes it flat and fly away" s