Shit.

Sep 04, 2008 14:00

What is it with strikes and people deciding to take their cars to the strikers? Didn't some TV guy get the same treatment during that strike last year? Honestly.


I got a voicemail on my cell two days ago. From some guy that knew my dad. I have no clue how he got my phone number. He said he wants to meet, but he didn't really explain who he was or how he knew Dad. I haven't called him back. I don't know that I want to learn anything else. Maybe not knowing a thing is best.

..or maybe I should look into who the guy is and then decide. Not that I can just yank that up on the system at my desk. Not without reason.

I haven't told Charlie about it, or my sister, or my mom...or anyone.

And all the same...I can't delete the damn thing.

I...I don't know what to do.

And the truth is...Charlie doesn't know anything about my dad. I said he's not around now. I've been letting him assume whatever it is he assumes. It's not like I know anything real to tell him. Other than the man didn't come home from work one day, and some twenty years later I learn that it might be tied to the mob. Oh yea, great story.

mystery calls, strikes, hit and run, dad

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