It was silent in your mind.Engaged in some or other activity of folly, whether swell or sordid, you were just about to hit a killer on the handball court. Possibly you were looking both ways on Rochdale Blvd. wondering if it was worth it to cross over to the other side. Maybe you were somewhere in the mountains among the catacombs, surveying some old fossil of cigarette butts or beer cap collections. When the sound hit your ears. A shrill of a thousand decibles that sent your hair to straightened with out a perm. Silence followed for an entire second. Then, a second whistle assured you that you must attend, immediately!
If no one else knows that there will be a trumpet of God, like we know! You will one day hear that sound that is about your soul.That sound was about our rear-ends and we were on it.
It unites us in love and fear and family. Tony's kids. Where are we now? Following the whistle? More like recovering from whistle removal! LOL eh? Weren't we the "Band on the Run"? Here is a constant prayer for all of the men attempting to be "Daddies". We are ever grateful, no matter what!