July 8, 2012
It was early for a Sunday. I had McDonalds. There was a yellow vase on the table with a patriotic assortment of flowers. Glitter sticks accented the blooms, and a handful of red glitter sat at the bottom. I bit into the crunchy hash brown hastily; I needed fuel to spend the rest of the day 'out', going places at whim. I bought dad a retirement card, but he was golfing. So the day ignited with dropping off photos: an 8-year old Canon with pictures of my brother and his current girlfriend partying, and prints from Mom's disposable camera.