Saturday, July 20, 2013

   After achieving a particularly graceful strike, the kind when all of the pins scatter perfectly like a palmtree skyrocket,  she turned to Nick standing there watching and suggested they go on a trip to find out where the train track ends.  Could be a long trip, said Nick as he went back for another tap.  No one I know remembers this conversation from last spring, but those two just signed up for another year of league bowling.

Dec. 28, 2007

Dec. 28, 2007
In the waning years of WW II, we were living in Rockville Center, Long Island, I was about 12 and dad was dying of a brain tumor. Mom said NYC was no place for a widow to bring up a child, so she packed us up and we took a train to her childhood home in Detroit Lakes Minnesota. That's where she met and married this widower. He was a clothing salesman and outdoorsman.

Dec. 27, 2007

Dec. 27, 2007
Hamburger at Petes Place

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