This is absolutely true. I’m driving down the street taking my son for an overnight visit with his grandparents. As I pass by one of the homes on their street, I noticed there are huge black birds circling over the house. I slowed down to find that they were also perched along the eaves, standing on the concrete facing of the garden wall, and even pacing up and down the driveway, driving their hooked beaks into the pavement with a mixture of determination and boredom. It was like something out of a Hitchcock film, but all the more scary because you knew…beyond a shadow of a doubt…that there was neighbor inside who hadn’t been seen in quite a while.
Don’t look for a punchline here, because there isn’t one.
Book Review: "The Jolliest Bunch: Unhinged Holiday Stories" by Danny
Pellegrino
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“I was an emotional kid, who turned into an even more emotional adult—one
who mourns the good times as much as he mourns the bad. Perfect days end
with me...
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