the night before the wedding,
i helped my dad set up for rotary.
as we rolled out giant tables and arranged the blue tablecloths,
i told him i felt legit.
there's something about being inside city hall after hours
that makes a person feel straight up gangster.
this time has been locked in my brain as my favorite set up session.
there's nothing i love more
than one-on-one chats with my papa.
except maybe discovering how the city promotes water week.
can someone please explain
how we get cell phones and hamburgers
from a fountain of water?
this wreath was my personal favorite.
proudly hanging on an employee's office door
seven months after the holiday season has passed.
because nothing says,
"merry christmas" or "peace on earth"
like shot gun shells and camoflague.