They didn't look like this. I was staying home with the kids, working part time here and there or at home. Took in other kids for "Camp Dan" summer and after school. There was a classmate of the twins that loved to come to our house. Mostly cause he could copy his homework from my son and there was company and kids to play with. He became a regular. The Mom worked and the Dad was off somewhere else in the world. He finally showed after a year and she took him in. There were fights and he drank and didn't work and so she and the boy moved out and in with us for a while. It was actually kind of fun. We ate dinner together around the communal table. Then after a few weeks they made up and she moved back in with him and we never saw them again. "He" didn't want them to be exposed to our influence. We had done school stuff and scouts and soccer and generally had fun. She ran into a mutual friend that was part of our group and she broke down and cried, saying she really missed all of us. The boy showed at one of my son's basketball games at the park in middle school and apparently bad mouthed my son and his team the whole time. This I heard second hand. The kid wouldn't even come say hello to any of us. Mexico Mike had met the kid at one point and wondered if he was a alcoholic in the making.
You want to wish folks well.
I think they were the last of the squatters. We're sort of a safe house for the younger set, all of the kids friends feel welcome here and pretty much can come and go as we don;t pass judgement and we would always have 'em around instead of 'em out roaming the streets. You can stay up all night at my house and sleep until three.
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