SMALL TALK

Almost every story or snippet of a story my parents have shared with me has some sort of peril or mortal danger in it.

And every time I hear one of these stories I get genuinely afraid for them.

I’m not sure if they do this on purpose or it’s just they way they grew up, but hearing stories like “I made the best ice cream bars in town but the real money came from all the guns I sold out of the room above the shop” makes me want to shake the younger versions of my parents and say “What were you thinking?”

They either lived a really scary life or they know how to thread a great story. Or both.

It’s probably both.