When we see him on that darkened set, we are witnessing his fantasies/delusions. There are 40+ professionals named 'Steve Brule', who use LinkedIn to exchange information, ideas, and opportunities. I have two theories: (1) There is no TV show, and Brule is a mentally ill homeless man who wanders around town filming episodes of a television program that exists only in his mind. You see, none of us know each other any more. View the profiles of professionals named 'Steve Brule' on LinkedIn. As I look into the eyes of my aging mother with Alzheimer’s and realize she doesn’t even really know me, I’m not frightened. So I’ll look to the future and to the crossing of the bridge of life. latest wanderings in Western New York, the I humorous and historical for his. I want to go back.īut it’s way to late and we can’t go back. And lest we forget, there’s a church at the end of the street. They have to impress those friends at school. You need those name brand clothes and the kids need that in-ground pool. But not to worry, I won’t burden you with my problems.
I’m living way to fast you see and the weight of life is weighing me down. To a time when families could laugh and play and love and just be families. And Dad made enough money to put groceries on the table and when the blessing was said, every head at the table bowed even if it was only beans and tators. To a time when mom didn’t have to work just so Dad could drive that fancy new car. Remember Croquette and Dodge Ball or even Roll at the Bat? I want to go back.
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Where folks knew how to put in a full days work for a good days pay. Where we could express our feelings without fear of ridicule from our loved ones. To a time when families helped each other and their were no hidden secrets in the closets or under the bed. We thrived on the wisdom of our parents and no nursing home was good enough for our parents. A time when we looked to our past to find our future. A time when brothers looked out for their sisters and didn’t let anyone shove them around.Ī time on weekends when families got together for cookouts and walks in the park. Where sisters actually hung out together and shared those timely secrets that only sisters can. A time when families were held together with super glue and extended well beyond just mom, dad and grandpa and grandma.
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