Noon Sunday

The clock struck noon and nothing happened other than sitting in silence. No church bells chimed… perhaps we are too late.

I sit in Joe MacNimera’s chair looking out at the light of day from my Parkdale home… 2 women were fighting mere moments ago; more verbal than physical, with the loser yelling ‘C U Next Tuesday.’ As she ran past looking behind her.

I was reminded of the wise words, “You can recognize fear as it talks very loud and very fast!”

Joe MacNimera was my first friend in AA and I hung out with him for the last 100 days of his life… So long ago.

We pretend like nothing happens…

Dennis Mantin

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