Sunday, Oct. 20 2024--My closest friend in high school was John, a handsome, quirky fellow. His quirkiness was a result of his memory of watching as a child his mother throwing herself in front of a railroad train. Years later John and I were in the attic of my parents’ garage listening to my 78 rpm jazz record collection. Suddenly John started tossing my Fats Waller record as if he were a discus thrower, smashing them to pieces. From that time on, John was known as “Waller.” He also was a left-handed pitcher for the Dickinson Junior Legion baseball team.
Sunday, October 20, 2024
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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