Since Mother believed Chum belonged to someone, she never chained him up, like some neighbors did with their dogs.

     When the cloud faded, I was able to see our house across the street.

     How strange life can be? Joey was a born clairvoyant, while I was 'whatever.' It seemed back then, that we should have known our whereabouts. I guess it's because 'way down deep inside' we knew we were safe.

Since Memorial Day is coming up, here is a song I wrote in honor of our military: http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-21064