Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on March 27, 2023 by Jan Wilberg

Blind pig, dirt cheap beer
Count seven ways to Sunday
Strictly from hunger

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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Is that your dad, Jan? I don’t now what your words signify, AND I think he is one handsome dude…
It is my dad. And yeah, he was a pretty handsome guy. All of those terms are things he would say. A string of idioms. A blind pig is an illegal bar – Detroit was full of them. 🙂
Love it!