Another Harold! I wonder how often I used that name. Since we are in the midst of a blizzard here, I thought it would be a good day to reblog this.
A NO H8 story by Rich Paschall – Sunday Night Blog
The door bell startled Harold. He was not expecting anyone on a snowy Saturday afternoon in January. He moved quickly to the front door and opened it to find his teenage grandson.
“Hello grandpa,” the boy blurted, “I came to shovel your snow.” At that Billy grabbed a shovel from just inside the front door and went immediately to work. Harold closed the door and watched him through the glass in the door. Billy attacked the snow like he was angry at every single flake that fell from the sky. The look on his face and the force at which he threw each shovelful of snow concerned Harold.
He went directly to the phone and called Billy’s parents.
“Hello,” came the voice of Harold’s daughter-in-law. Madeleine was sweet, nice looking and ultimately clueless. Her small social circle was her main…
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