While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Sunday Funday . . .
I hate cancer more than I hate sports (which is actually saying something). This? THIS I LOVE! The part that really gets me . . . his daughters and how central they are in his thoughts, words, and in this piece.