tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735006605195830006.post4342820145816969256..comments2023-07-09T03:37:22.462-04:00Comments on I See My Dreams: Night before we locked our doorsB.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12004309077511856506noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735006605195830006.post-5438495529767953492007-02-25T00:36:00.000-05:002007-02-25T00:36:00.000-05:00I remember those days too. My Dad use to say, "If ...I remember those days too. My Dad use to say, "If anyone is after me, I don't want to have to stop to unlock a door. I want to keep running." <BR/><BR/>The night before we locked our doors, a drunk brother-in-law came to the house with a .38 pistol in his belt looking for my sister and their babies. Their last one born 10 days before my youngest sister. Mama ask if he wanted to see our new baby, which he did. <BR/><BR/>Then he said, "Damn good thing that's not my baby (a boy) or everyone here would be dead for lying to me." <BR/><BR/>Needless to say, I was about to do more than just shaking in my boots that dusky dark evening. Starts with the same letter though!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com