If the End Fits, Print It

I should probably write an epilog to add to the many chapters I just finished, and someday, perhaps I might. For now though, I will be brief, knowing that us bloggers can be an impatient bunch of blobs.

After catching several rides with kindly motorist who could not bear the sight of a poor man pushing a bicycle along the roadside, I met the family of Alicia. They, and as I had earlier suspected, were not too impressed with my unannounced arrival, nor any of my verbal credentials, although they all acted civil enough from the start.

But after marrying their one and only daughter months later, I have managed (so far) to not get beaten up by either her dad or any of her five brothers for over twenty years now.