We’re Just Mourning The Ice Cream TBH
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A blog by a "sucker" and a "loser" who served her country in the Navy.
If you're one of the Covidiots who believe that COVID-19 is "just the flu",
that the 2020 election was stolen, or
especially if you supported the 1/6/21 insurrection,
leave now.
Slava Ukraini!
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261-8983 No area code needed. Lived in that house with that number for 9 or 10 years and moved out in 1979.
Oddly enough my first phone number (circa 1955) is also my current phone number. It seems however far you go you always come back. Life is transient, but family is forever, like it or not.
One of my contact numbers dates to 1960. 2-0781. Been through a couple area codes since.
Visiting the old homestead this past summer the best I could come up with to describe the roads where I now reside was "been on better roads in Mississippi, better roads in an Alaskan thaw; been on better roads on The Rez!" To which one of my cousins responded "there are no roads on The Rez." That's what I said.
I should call and see how things are, but ... they have my number.
Everyone has a phone these days.
442-1109, and my girlfriend from first grade was 443-8786. Thank Firefox for the saved login folder...
-Doug in Sugar Pine
42011. Miami, 1940's. When exchange names came along, it became HIghland 6-2011. It was, of course, a party line and "our ring" was two shorts.
(Never found out what "highlands" they were talking about -- our elevation was about three feet.}
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