the spiked mace tail clunking down the steps reminds me of the time I came home one day and saw little dimples all over the steps…. discovered my teen son going up and down in his golf shoes! Then I became Satch, & my son was Bucky… I can laugh about it now.
the spiked mace tail clunking down the steps reminds me of the time I came home one day and saw little dimples all over the steps…. discovered my teen son going up and down in his golf shoes! Then I became Satch, & my son was Bucky… I can laugh about it now.