Boomer

Getting out of bed before his first cup of joe in the morning was a tough thing for Boomer. He hated the alarm clock, and it just seemed that every bone in his body was resiting the walk to the bathroom. Hitting the light switch, the reality that Boomer was not the happiest man in the world jolted his mind and sent his thoughts back twenty years, back to a time when he woke gently to the early morning sunrise, the chipping of the birds talking about this or that, and an occasional click clank of a pan on the stove as his beautiful wife Jenny made him a fried egg sandwich, toast with marmalade, and some fresh squeezed juice. She would put it on a bed tray and bring it to Boomer, giving him warm kisses on the forehead. It was a perfect life and Boomer never took it for granted even once. Boomer's early morning daydream was shattered by the maniacal yelling of Cynthia, his new wife. You see, Boomer screwed up. He made and error of judgement one day on the job, fifteen years ago. When he was fired, he lost everything including Jenny, who refused to stand by her man when the going got tough. Sad, broken, Boomer worked hard, picked himself up by the bootstraps, and started his own company selling processed beef jerky. The company did well and eventually Boomer started to date a gal he met at the local Red Hog Saloon. Boomer wanted a girl as pretty as Jenny, but he got Cynthia instead. Cynthia couldn't cook worth a dam, and she had a wicked temper. But Boomered figured that atleast she would stick with him in the tough times. He splashed water on this face and headed down the stairs. He could smell the coffee. Things were going to be ok.