Cattlebats
and Pineapple Upside-down Cake
When my Dad was sick, back in 2009 and into 2010, I would drive up to spend the weekend with him every other week. I’d leave work early on Friday and get in about 11 pm that night. Most of the time, he was in bed or headed to bed. I’d just let myself in, grab a snack, and go to bed.
On one of the visits, I got into a photo album, and as I looked at the …
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