Remembering those days

Sharon Weedon, our father, Ralph Weedon and Yours Truly at the San Antonio Zoo circa 1960

Remembering those days when we were kids and Daddy was in charge and somehow he could make everything work out, or at least he could make it look that way even when it didn’t. He was a wizard. He understood perception. He was my best friend in this world. Those were strange times. We could be vaporized in a nuclear holocaust at any moment, but still, God was in in his heaven all was right with the world. Strange times.

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