My Christmas Turkey

Well, my Christmas turkey gave me a call this year. I knew it was too good to be true that I haven't heard from him but he did call Wednesday. I was busy when the call came through so I let the voice mail answer it. Seems that is one of the things I inherited from Dad that I wish I hadn't.

You could tell he was drunk, and he has hepatitis’s C, (such a genius). He claims he was down in Florida. He didn't say where, but he said when he gets his disability check from the V.A. he will be going to Austin. But you gotta remember that he is like a Nawyecky Comanche. Tells you he is in one place and he is in a totally different state; tells you he is goin' one way and then goes a totally different direction.

And he said, again, that he was dying.

He been dying for nearly thirty years. Just how long can a body linger?
This time he said that he has a year to live. I do believe that when I do hear of him passing away I will have an epitaph put on his tomb stone, “I told you I was dying”

I have a feeling that I am to expect him in the near future. That's ok, I'll meet him on town, he is not allowed back to the house after the last time, feed him a dinner, put him up in the Ramada for the night, then the next day tote him off down the road. Sounds like I am dealing with an unwanted critter... Well I am.