Johnny Otis Returns to the Fray...

There were many pleasantries to be had at the return of our esteemed patriarch, Johnny Otis. My father quickly walked across my yard in a blinding rain storm as lightning lit up the rest of the neighborhood.

"I've got to work tomorrow," my father told me with a tired looking frown as he was giving me my medications tonight. "Can you believe that?"

As usual, a Klonopin escaped our clutches and rolled across the floor.provoking some profanity from my father as I lunged to grab it.

"Tomorrow?" I asked in complete disbelief. "You tend to need some down time after a busy vacation to recuperate."

Dad then gave me one of the biggest hugs he has ever given to me.

"Good to see you son. We going to get you in a shape so you can go next time," my father told me. "A little spit and polish if you will."

I smiled. That Christian choir hymn Take Me As I Am came to the forefront of my mind.