This morning, I was sitting, drinking a cup of coffee, thinking about the life I've had. It's been full; unlike anyone else's. I've never met anyone else who is a son of a stripper from the 1970's and 80's.
When I think about the different times of my life, it amazes me; everything I've done; everywhere I've been.
When I just think about my childhood; if I try to remember a time in the 70's when Mother was dancing, and I was on the road with her during a summer off of military school....man....those were great times. A lot of that time seems like a blur, but when I try to focus on certain cities or events, more come to mind....
I need to start writing more about my childhood. The places Mother danced. The military school I was at. Being on the road with her in the summers. The gypsy life we had, starting when I was 6 years old. Those were the days.
I can't wait to write about them....
My Mother, aka PHONE SEX GRANDMA:
