A Creepy Old Bard ... That's Me

What more poignant a day to reunite with my son Quincy. And to finally meet his bride Sara.

INDEED THE HEAVENS OPENED UP SO CERTAIN ANGELS COULD FLY LIKE THEY'VE ONLY IMAGINED ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

ALL SOULS DAY 2025 

✨ A DAY TO REMEMBER 

I'M IN THE PROCESS OF REDEMPTION WITH MY SON - THAT'S HIM THE GOOD LOOKING ONE. LIFE TOOK SOME HARD TURNS FOR BOTH OF US. SO ON THE DAY WE REMEMBER THE SOULS OF OUR LOVED ONES WE CELEBRATED WITH OUR FIRST DRINK TOGETHER. 

TEQUILA!

IN EXPLANATION OF THE "CREEPY OLD BARD"  IT SEEMS MY DAUGHTER IN LAW THINKS I LOOK LIKE A "CREEPY OLD MAN". WELL, I CAN'T DENY THAT FOR A FACT IS A FACT ... EVEN MORE THAN SHE MIGHT SUSPECT.

BUT IT'S JUST NOT PROPER FOR THE BRIDE OF MY SON TO BE A CALLIN' ME IN SUCH TERSE TERMS - SO I'VE LIGHTENED IT UP A BIT AS NOT TO SCARE AWAY ANY GRANDCHILDREN THAT MIGHT BE IN THE OFFING. I'VE INTERJECTED THE TITLE "BARD" BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO BE A PRETTY DECENT POET (BARD MEANS POET). AND ALAS THERE MIGHT BE A STREAK OF DECENCY IN ME YET.

NOW, WHAT THIS PAGE NEEDS IS A TRASHY LIMERICK ...

THANK YOU JANET🪽 RIP