He Died with His Shovel in His Hand

Me, after tackling my 100-foot New Jersey driveway. The hot broth and grilled cheese my dear Kathy made would’ve gone down good. What a shame it went to waste. Easy come, easy go. Winter isn’t going quietly into the night; it has become a Tyrannosaurus Rex with a thorn in its ass.


One response to “He Died with His Shovel in His Hand”

  1. You look ok to me. Just a tad skinny.

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