Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Dad Dream

Two nights ago I dreamt that I saw my Dad in my old neighborhood in Philadelphia. He got out of an old brown Buick and walked over to me. We sat down on Mrs. Gallen's bottom steps which is next door to the rowhome I grew up in. I don't remember what we talked about. As my Dad spoke I just stood there staring at the lawn. Mrs. Gallen has this cool low fence made out of painted silver pipes and a small rock wall where the lawn meets the sidewalk. As I looked I noticed that some roots had grown out of the wall. Attached to the roots, as if the roots had grown into it over the years, was a dirty penny. The date on the penny was 1962. I showed my Dad but he said nothing. The dream just ended.

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