A DAY LIKE NO OTHER

Hi everyone, everywhere,

This week has been incredible. Friday my band played; we had a guest artist, so that made eight. Our guest’s name was Guy Campeau and he’s the father of Larissa, our percussionist. It’s a brand new show and the crowd was big. It came off more like a concert than anything else. We were all very pleased. It was probably our finest show.

In other news, I’m doing all of this with a concussion. Plus the writing. But I’m smiling, I’m happy, and everything’s getting done, so I guess fall has been nice to me, all in all. Well, that’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts if only for a moment and…rest.  So until we meet again at Sally’s Corner Store and Fitness Clinic, and you’ll find it all on Dean Crescent and Chell Way.

SHELLY

shelly

Now Shelly was about seven, and she was confused about a lot of things.  Her family was very distant and she was never sure if she should be hugging or just staying away.  But Shelly was her own kind of person, so she used to go outside, and behind the garage she built this sort of pumpkin-head, sticks kind of person. And she would go there and talk to him. She called him Fred Kempell. I don’t know why she called him Fred Kempell, but it just seemed right at the time.

So Shelly’s birthday was coming up, and her grandmother phoned her and said, “What would you like for your birthday Dear?” Shelly said, “Gee, it would be great to have some hugs.” Her grandmother laughed and said, “Shelly, you’ll have to think of something better than that.” So Shelly said, “Sure Grandma, I’ll think about it.”

And at that point she went out and talked to Fred Kempell, and she said, “Fred Kempell, I think it’s gong to be another cold birthday. But we’ll keep smiling anyways, that’s all you can do, right?”

That’s all.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

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By jamesghutcheson

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