After the nine loads of clothes not properly washed in years...
"It's ok, I did this for you and Louise when you were little."
"What do I do now? Do I stand up?"
Old friends, donuts and introducing me three times
"What do I do now? Do I wait for dinner?"
The last conversation of the day:
"Don't take any wooden rhetoric."
"I'm sorry I'm such a trouble to you."
"You're not. You're no trouble at all."
It Was His California
Sunday Memories: The First Home
Sunday Memories: A Winter Coat
Sunday Memories: A Tale Of Two Brothers
His New York His California His Home: Part One