Bottom: A British Trench in France
Yesterday, would have been Nana's 98th Birthday. Wow. I remember I got her a card in the 90's that said Born in 1915. When you opened it up, at the top of the list was; WW1 escalates. I was like, "holy shit!"
She was one of a kind. I made Manhattans, her favorite drink, and Mum and I toasted her. I miss her. As I got older and she she started to tell me about carzy things her and Pop did when they were younger, I thought; "Wow. I'm not adopted."
That British trench looks a lot like my cubicle at work, at least as far as morale goes. I have an 8 hour shift mañana. That's going to seem like a lifetime.
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