Talking points:
- Accidental nighttime attacks.
- Saying the wrong thing at the doctor’s office.
My father used to call me frequently every day whenever he pleased. This meant he would call two, four, sometimes even ten times a day. Due to the frequency, I often let his calls go to voicemail.
All of the "voicemails" on this site are reenactments and reinterpretations of his calls including actual subjects and topics broached in his recorded messages and wholly fictional scenarios that would fall squarely in his wheelhouse. Enjoy.
Talking points:
These are, bar none, some of best parts of my day.