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Some things you don't think about until someone reminds you. I had forgotten your "gatoring" craze and the strobe light. Who was the chaperone who thought it was too sexual and tried to drag you off the floor? I also remember Jimmy Ash (RIP) from our neigborhood and you playing basketball with me in my driveway. BTW who started us on smoking pipes in the 8th grade? Before I start telling stories of baseball exploits, I'll just repeat the old saw, "The older I get the better I was." |
