This post was formatted with nice even lines but
when posted – this is how it ended up. All uneven
lines. Usually I go back and fix it. It’s a pain to do it. I left it this time to ask if anyone knows WHY this happens?

hahaha, good one. Had it been the time of covid you’d have a good reason to wear a mask.
I’ll never look at mustangs the same again. 🙂

I loved reading this. It somehow scratched an itch I couldn’t reach haha. Thanks

Wow! I’m speechless. My father died of dementia and this is a bit scary to read being I can relate to it. Noy only in what I saw from my father but others around him during hospital and rehab visits.

I’m glad you didn’t leave. You’re too good to hide your writing.

Thanks so much for the dedication, Paula. 🙂

This is good. My friend’s mother has dementia, and it breaks her heart to see her that way.
I am also glad you did not leave.

This is outstanding, Curt. It sounds to me like something Kerouac might have written. It needs voice, I think — but then, I think that of damn near everything — except a whole bunch of things I’ve heard on the radio and TV that should never have been heard by anyone. I do have my limits. There’s only one good thing about those things: I can turn them off. Now this, this is good very beautiful. It sings without the music. I could feel the need, the longing and the heartbreak. Excellent work, my friend.

This is some serious juice of a lexiphile! Gonna be sighing on this one for days…