He knows that people will think he is senile, and he admitted to me that this is why he says horrible things.
He is old. He has a beard and chews a cigar. He can chew your ear off at the same time.
He repeats the same stories.
He carved a walking stick for me, using big knives. There is an old man's face carved into the handle. I wonder if it was a self-portrait.
The ambulance took him away yesterday. People sat on their front porches and watched solemnly. I thought that was crude, so I came inside and sat on the computer, only to realize I was being crude, and selfish. So I sat back down on my porch like the others, and watched.
The emergency crews seemed in good spirits when they loaded him into the ambulance. But he was strapped down good on the stretcher.
This morning I wonder about Frank...
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