Erstwhile Resident

It was probably too cold to take the boat out but pops insisted that we hadn’t had one of our good talks in a while.

The water lapped against the wood sides of our little white skiff while the wind carried us along. The sky was green and somber and Lady Liberty stood out in the distance looking like she’d rather be somewhere else.

“It’s pretty the way the fog hugs her from time to time, ain’t it?”

“Yeah pops, it is. Welcome home pops.”

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