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.
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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
Hamburger at Petes Place
