Swell Time

Moving forward, just not sure where we're going, but at least we're having a swell time when we do it.

Something special


It was Tuesday.  He sat at his window looking down the long driveway.  Every few minutes he checked the clock, but each time the minute hand barely moved.  Jerry was beginning to think that time had stopped or maybe even started going backwards.  Normally he wouldn’t be so bothered by time issue, but today he was waiting for the mailman to come.  His aunt said the he was getting a package, she wouldn’t say what it was just that it was something special.



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