AN AFTERNOON TO REMEMBER

This afternoon while I was watching football, I realized I had on a sweater that belonged
to my twin who died last year. All of the sudden I could see him in his house sitting on his
lazy boy with his dog in his lap while watching tv and wearing the sweater I have on. You
see, I was sitting on my lazy boy with our dog in my lap watching tv with that sweater on.
Wierd, I felt Harold's presence and almost heard him saying, "nice dog, nice lazy boy, nice
tv, hey! THAT'S MY SWEATER!!" Well, it's mine now and I'll take good care of it. Except,
I should ask Harold what this food stain is on the right sleave.