You called me Hoss Fly

Another Fathers day is almost here.It has been a long time Daddy since you left.Janurary 9th 1992,a Thursday about 10am.Now you seem so young to me only 67 at the time not much older than I am now.Not ashamed to say I was a Daddy's boy.Where you went I was your shadow.When I was just a kid to me you could do anything.You called me Hoss Fly till the day you died.I almost waited to late to tell you I love you,but it wasn't something I had to say,I think you knew that.

I'm a crooked man

I am a crooked man.Let me explain.I tilt a little bit to the right.That is the way it feels anyway.Maybe it's my imagination.Laying in bed I notice it more.Straighting myself up in no time I'm right back tilted to the right.Lately people have noticed it also so it must be true.Looking at a photo of me taken recently it is plain,tilted or crooked is the word.Has the Earth shifted a little bit on it's axis or is it me?Back in 2004 when that big tidal wave hit in Asia,the one where hundreds of thousands of people died,the Earth shifted a few degrees on it's axis.The North Pole moved a few feet,boundaries of countries changed.Time was slowed down a few what ever micro seconds at atomic clocks around the world.So either that has happen again,Earth has shifted a little bit to the right or I have on my on.