Hi and All That Kinda Stuff
Not even a full week into this project, I received the first voicemail from my dad in a long time.
Voicemail message:
Hey Rich... Dad.
Just thought I'd eh give you a call. Uh, I've been dialing trying to get a hold of ya.
I just wanna say hi and all that kinda stuff and uh, see where we're goin with Granmaw and all that kinda stuff. uh, i'm at home, uh, give me a call. (mom in background: "We're at Ocean Grove.") ah, I'm at Ocean Grove so, I think you know the (to mom: "what's the...") Oh. We're at the, the the, get, mos, whazzit... Ocean..... Ocean Grove.... Anyhow, give me a call when you get a chance.