Posts Tagged holding the flashlight for dad

Then the Moth Showed Up

Did you ever have to hold the flashlight for your dad while he worked on something? Man, I hated that! When you’re a kid, flashlights seem to want to point everywhere except where they’re supposed to.

I was about twelve, the old man was working on his old truck, and when dark-thirty settled in, he yelled for me to bring the flashlight. Oh, jeez. Here we go. Read the rest of this entry »

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Flashlight Duty

Y’all seem to be ignoring me today, and you should know better! That’ll just make me pester you more! Kind of like my brother Billy use to aggravate our youngest brother Ken. Sometimes all Billy had to do was look at Ken with this taunting, one-sided grin he had, and Ken would go balistic: “Mom! Billy’s lookin at me!” Read the rest of this entry »

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