We come with the dust, and we go with the wind-- Woody Guthrie, Pastures of Plenty.

A Story by bubbafreesnake

I just remembered that the former Marine was also a gourmet who complained about his estranged son called him junior and liked to cook. He had a special stone he would put in his oven to cook pizza on. When occasionally stories appeared in the news of some animal, whose species was in danger of extinction, he volunteered that he'd like to eat one before they were wiped out. Once, he confided that when he was in Vietnam serving his country, he would get hungry looking at dead bodies. He didn't believe in exercise or God, although he had been an altar boy. He was offered the choice of going to jail or joining the Marines by a patriotic judge for fighting too much in high school. A time when girls he had never met, aroused by his rebellious reputation, wanted sex with him. He carried a 45 for several years after his service. Enjoyed downing shots of scotch chased with beer. Loved sushi…