Being back in town has been interestingly delightful. Sunday mornings when my grandfather comes over to bullshit before he goes to church have been a fresh way for me to start those days. His stories are, from a St. Clair's perspective, personal and comical. Just the fact that he is going to church is a little funny in itself. Hearing stories of my father and his siblings when they were children, or my grandmother cussing out a K-Mart checker, makes me realize that I have been 'away' for longer than I realized.
Yep, interestingly delightful.
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