“Frank” as you may remember, had his wiper arms ripped out and lovely, vaguely sinister verbage scrawled across the side of his car last week. Frank’s car has had the wipers replaced, but Frank is nowhere to be found. His car has been parked in the same spot (with a handicapped tag) for over 48 hours on a downtown street, and has not been moved, according to spies who were in the area at night. Has Frank met with foul play? Has the Federated Restaurant Workers of America decided to make an example of him? What do you think?
The kids, it seems, want to have a Halloween party next week. I suck at this stuff. I wasn’t given the party organizing gene. One of the kids devised the invitation. I did advise that child it’s best not to include “Spin the Bottle” as a Halloween activity alongside “Bobbing for Apples.”
In publishing news, this month has been a good one. My National Coming Out Day Letter to the Editor made it into 365gay.com, a leading LGBT news and information website this past week.
Kids these days. ~ My Dad
Published on: Oct 21, 2006
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