October, 2021 - Toe Knee Stories

Burying a Monk

At the first funeral I ever attended I ended up in the grave.

Jon, a tough old bird from Iceland, woke up at 5:30 every morning without the benefit of an alarm clock.

Forgive me, I’m an accountant. It’s a problem that the therapy and
drugs have failed to cure.

This story belongs to my sister, Margaret, but she’s not here to defend it. So here goes.