tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003984496714508533.post7941640448048768564..comments2023-08-23T04:14:57.259-04:00Comments on Gone to the Dogs: Don't get out much ... but when I do ...Omahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04303885955119165822noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003984496714508533.post-86796370377810724822010-11-19T02:03:54.183-05:002010-11-19T02:03:54.183-05:00Oh dear. I am going to go hug my husband now.
Ser...Oh dear. I am going to go hug my husband now.<br /><br />Seriously, I hope #91 works out for him too.Colleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02620235490629889404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003984496714508533.post-54601212322044281882010-11-16T18:55:30.291-05:002010-11-16T18:55:30.291-05:00In 1970 or so, I answered an ad and made a date to...In 1970 or so, I answered an ad and made a date to meet a guy for coffee one afternoon. He drove up in a Volkswagen and opened the passenger door for me from the driver's seat. We drove to a Bank St. diner a few blocks away. When he got out of the car I could see he was 4'9". I am 5'8". He fell in love. It was awkward. I walked home.<br /><br />In college I went on date with a shy boy. After dinner we came out to find his (very little) car gone. We never found it and walked back to campus. Later I learned that four of his friends, as a joke, had picked it up & moved it around the corner into a dark alley.<br /><br />Once I was flown to Washington, D.C. by the youngest-ever Pulitzer Prize winner. He signed over a cheque (on the back) and gave it to me to pay for my trip. The cheque had been given to him & signed by B.B. King. I cashed it. <br /><br />Good times.Barbara Carlsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05463074148195784152noreply@blogger.com