The Harvest Moon

Another day has come and gone. Actually many days, they pass faster and faster. The last post was about my son and I being robbed, and the robber. My information has changed again. The guy that robbed us, I can't remember his name, but my son knows. His girlfriend works at McDonalds and the two of them planed the whole thing together. What's crazy, this girl still works there and her boss knows nothing about any of this. Months have past, do I blow the whistle or let it be ? Let it be, good song. Words of wisdom. If I blow the whistle I could be pulling a trigger on my son. So for now, it's history. Cleansing my soul from negativity and directing my son in a new way. He'll be nineteen soon, I've got to let him grow up. Tonight I'm attending a play that was written by my good friend, Annie Morrison, famous broadway actress. The play is being rehearsed here in Sarasota and will be preformed in New York in a few weeks. Im looking forward to a relaxing evening in the audience instead of running some part of the show. Life is nice.