Flight back to Philly.....to the same empty well.

My father and me on a Philadelphia street for a five minute reunion.

Probably the second time I had 'seen' him in
fifteen years (not to mention the many
begging and desperate-pleas of mailings).

Another striation of insanity-'doing the same thing over and over and
expecting different results.'

In 1977 'Sally' and I fly back to New York (via Philadelphia) as the new married couple to #1 show my ever-estranged father that I could be a married man... too and #2 to show our new status and Sally's bulging tummy to her equally 'cold-fish' mother and father in Connecticut.


Where's the crystal ball when you need one.

It wouldn't of mattered my denial was rock-solid.