An Honest Evaluation

They aren’t me. One living in my basement; thirty-two years old, working odd jobs, the other thirty-four in his childhood room satisfied with scraps I throw his way, and a fifty-inch flat screen for company. The girls both working on second and third marriages Children of the children of the sixties, just didn’t stand a chance. Dweezil, River, Moonbeam and Love. If I could do it over again, 'I wouldn’t'!