Ferguson. Just the name draws images in your mind. The name is now a very charged word. It’s now one we have to step lightly around for fear of saying something that might be taken in a way that wasn’t intended.
Last week I alluded to an incident at a local Starbucks but didn’t have the time to write it all down on Facebook. So, I’ve decided that whenever something like this happens, I’ll just add it to a new section: “Tales from the Bux”.
What do you do when you need a break from the day-to-day doldrums and workaday life? You get away! Living in the Tampa area, that usually means taking a weekend over on the east coast to go play on the beach and soak up the sun while playing in the the massive saltwater playground surrounding you. You know…all those things you can’t do while in Tampa…oh wait.
It started out like any other night. The kids had eaten dinner and got pajama’s on. We were about to start the bedtime routine when I heard my son say something to the effect of “…and that’s why he’s fat. Like you.”
I remember growing up and hearing people talking about The Big ‘C’. It was always something that happened to other people. I didn’t know anyone with cancer growing up. Or so I thought. My first brush with cancer was my grandfather.
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