Ah, we dropped by old Place Middle School (known as "Junior High" back in my day). Sipped cheap vodka and roamed the halls a bit. We thought we wanted to try climbing the ropes. Alas, we found now ropes in the gymnasia. Walked across the stage in the auditorium, the same stage on which we perfomed 'Big Bad John' all those decades ago.
Our kitty cozied up a little bit today for the first time. She came in the foreclosed house and jumped on the half wall near the entrance. Sweet kitty whom our brother had named 'Ole Lady. Almost thirteen now. She'll have a new home soon.
Hit field goals of 27 and 32 yards at GW yesterday. Straight-on placekicking is harder than it looks, especially for an out of shape forty seven year old. We're going back today and try to break 40 yards. We watched GW practice. Very funny to behold. My only thought was how much more fun football and track would have been with grain spirits! And see our mother and take her some tabloids.
O.J. looks pretty good twelve years on. Is 'poetic justice' the phase? Surely not irony.
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