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“Loaded fries,” Addie and I say together.
And that’s how we end up celebrating her temporary-maybe-not-temporary promotion at the same little bar I used to play at every now and again.
Chuck’s still there.
I don’t like how he looks at my niece.
But that’s okay.
I’m retired.
I have time to make sure he doesn’t try anything he’ll regret.
When I’m not playing at little bars like this. Or walking our dog. Or helping theCroaking Creaturescreators come up with even more new and inventive ways to make the creatures croak.
And podcasting about it.
And sometimes playing hockey in the old retired guys’ league.
This wasn’t where I thought life would take me.
It’s better.
