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I got a postcard from myself yesterday, postmarked from Twenty-Three years in the future. On the front was a picture of New Wrigley Field…… My weary eyes fluttered open, I could see Joe Jr. He’d hardly left my side in the last week. My kith and kin had all come and gone, saying goodbye to a skeleton that used to be me. Joe Junior and I had butted heads after his mom had left. I surprised him one day at college and took him to a Cubs game. Two men, at the Friendly Confines, sharing a few beers and few laughs. “Remember Old Wrigley in May,” I rasped. “Yeah Dad, I do,” his voice cracking. “I’m taking the boys on Tuesday wanna go?” The back of the postcard said, “Screw work, take Junior to a ball game.” |
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The Friendly Confines By Tom Allman Jr.
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52|250 A Year of Flash 
Ha ha … I love the final line. I don’t know what else to write except that I liked this story.
Different style from the last couple you’ve done, but I really like it. :)
This one reminds me of my father, who still follows the Cubs. I used to go the games to keep him company. What’s sad is that he no longer wants to go.
Great–practically a whole life in a moment.
I’m fascinated with the idea of my communicating with with my younger self, so I really enjoyed this (and surprised I didn’t think of it). Concur on the last line as well.
I love the idea of sending postcards to myself from the future. If only I could do it…I’d be so much wiser, I hope!
So telling of the father/son relationship and how it changes over time. Really like the way you came at this.
You conveyed alot about Joe in such a short time. I’m impressed.
Very nice, love the way you get at the father-son relationship. Peace…
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