Bill Granizo - An Autobiography in Pictures
![]() On countless nights, the setting of dreams was a cold dismal tunnel filled with vapors that cause gasping. I didn't want to awaken for the day would be a continuance of the darkness that engulfed me. I no longer have a home. The boys have left to be on their own and the father has followed in their steps. But grown children leaving is normal. Mine is questionable and totally saturated with insecurity. Mollie was left with two healthy savings accounts, the home and my disability pension. All I kept was a small down payment for a beat-up little house without heating. I looked at myself sleeping. Then I told me to get up and to look at the birds flying about me. "There are nine of them and that's your lucky number. All will be well at daybreak." One day a car with nines in its license plate is parked in front of my house. On the freeway I follow another "three nine" car and still another awaits me at the tile factory. The latter is owned by a teacher who said "Please come to our school. We need murals." |
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