Nostalgia

May 21st, 2011 • guests
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I still remember something that happened in the early 50s.  In the evening our doorbell rang, and it was our neighbors who lived across the cotton field about 200 yards away.  As my folks welcomed them in, they said, “We decided that you’re not really neighbors if you can’t just walk over and visit unannounced, so here we are.”  I thought that was delightful.

Bill


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