My small-childhood was made of MASH. Specifically, going and laying on my PaPaw's side of the bed, eating crackers or cookies, watching it and Johnny Carson late at night before going to bed. PaPaw'd tease me the next day, since he came home about 3 or 4 in the morning, but if he didn't find any crumbs, I could tell he was disappointed. Kind of a weird ritual of bonding, despite him not being there.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2010-06-19 11:27 pm (UTC)