The name Berg has been in my vocabulary since I was at least 8 years old. The Berg’s were a family that lived on the same correctional unit as I did growing up. Serena Berg was my best friend from the time I was 8 until 13 when I had to move away to Houston and it crushed me into pieces. Her little brother Joe was just another bratty kid that we had to deal with messing up our mud pies and throwing bugs at us. Joe is all grown up now, and has a little perfect baby of his own. It’s funny how life is truly a circle. Everything comes around. It makes me smile. Joe and I talked about Beto I and how if you didn’t live there…you didn’t get it. It was a completely odd way of living, but it was normal to us.
Joe, here’s to normal
and to your beautiful baby girl. I hope she and Mommy are into a nice and comfy routine.
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