Monday, February 20, 2012

And What'll You Do Now, My Darling Young One?

I'm sorry you couldn't join me for lunch this week on your birthday at the Lost Dog Cafe, oldest son Jimmy. I haven't seen nor heard from you since Peyton Manning won the Super Bowl.

You had no part in your Mother's divorce from me, being a child at the time. Western style domestic law is unbelievable, perhaps it'll come full circle and engulf you too in the future. (What goes around comes around.)

I hope not. I love you and miss you, and want to be a part of your life.

James B. Rogers, my address is the same as the house where you grew up in, and my number is 202-326-3274. You're a spittin' image of a Lamberton, actually.

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