I Am Nobody

By

Jon Presco

Copyright 2018

There is a famous photograph of my daughter’s latest surrogate father toasting my grandson in a bar. Flip believed he deserved my daughter and her only child more than me, because he fashioned himself a music producer, and, I had done nothing to promote Heather’s singing career since I knew I had a child. At sixteen, Heather was fretting over the truth most female Country Western singers are stars at her age. The clock was ticking.

When my mother saw my friend Bill and I running down a grassy slope, she pulled over her Ford Anglia to watch this beautiful sight. I believe Bill was fifteen when Rosemary seduced my childhood friend, who looked like he was going to be Somebody. Bill was what Rosemary deserved. She had married the wrong man, got stuck with his four kids, and Bill was the…