Frank, a bit confusing here that your father is one of the three. And other
thoughts.
There are three of us in a babbling hotel,
close to the happy hour.
He is twenty years older than I,
six years younger than my father.
A man full of stories about the town that he left (I would cut when he was)
when he was young,
the town I, too, left as a youth, (and as here)
and about his family and experiences. (cut and)
Thanks, fine tale.
Gary
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