Not just any blue, bluebird blue.
I have refurbished two things that belonged to my daddy.
One is a metal file box. I have cleaned it and sprayed it with the perfect blue paint. This will be my writing box. I can carry my supplies where ever I wish to write.

The other object is my daddy’s sun hat. I soaked it and it still was yellowish around the band. So I dyed it…blue.

We will leave this refurbished blue hat in the mountains for whomever forgets to pack a hat.

Bop had skin cancer on top of his head.

The cancer was removed and skin from his thigh was grafted over the spot.

Then the surgeon sewed something that looked like a chalkboard eraser or an ice cream sandwich onto the top of his head. We called him Eraser Head until it was removed.

When the bandage came off, he had wispy thigh hair on top of his head. This made my sister and me squeal when we combed his hair.

My daddy is still helping us out. He would be pleased that these possessions of his are still useful.

Daddy loved blue and he loved Kiki too, no matter what color she wore

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