Today, Pops arrived home at lunch to find the homestead entirely vacant, save for the kitties. Well, with typical Sherlock-Holmesian power of deduction, he assumed that the boyos were visiting a neighbour and waited on the front stoop for their eventual arrival. Within minutes, we were all back in the kitchen for a fine feast of McDonald's fries, ketchup, and an ebullient rendition of George Harrison's "I Need You" by Carter. Too bad the proper guitar had been smashed into pieces days earlier...
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