RW>RW>> Ha! I felt lucky if I had a steel penny.
 
RW>RN> And we thought those things were made of lead.  (-:
 
RW> They always demonstrated those brushes.
 
Huh?  I'm lost.
 
RW>RN> When I was about 10, I had a "sailor suit and cap"
and was dressed
 
RW> I did too, but I was about 7...got a Xmas movie with me handing out
RW> packages in my navy suit.
 
We couldn't afford to do that.
 
RW>RN> that way during Mardi Gras that year.  Standing on Canal St near the
RW>RN> Lowe's State Theater, two adult gals tried to pick me up.  WOW!
 
RW> You mean you did't let them!?
 
I didn't know what it was all about back then, but I was feeling flattered
that I looked old enough.  Must have been my height.
 
RW> Gotta wait for Monty to catch up, ya know.
 
And that's the way it was...
 
RW> One would think. I had an uncle in the Marines who was there and it was
RW> no picnic according to him. He wouldn't talk about it much, except to say
RW> that you really didn't want to know.
 
I would think not.  During my other lifetime here, I was canvassing a
commercial neighborhood for a friend running for Parish President.  I
walked into a furniture store and got to talking to the owner and he told
me he flew a B-17 and was shot down over enemy territory.  When I noticed
the expression on his face grew ashen, I changed the suject.  He looked in
pain just remembering his time as a POW and I felt like two cents for
broaching the subject.
 
RW>RN> Just take a white one and color it silver.
 
RW> I'll make sure that special part of memory isn't erased.
 
Save it under a different name.  (-:
 
 
Regards,
 
Roger

... I donated my cat to the local Chinese restaurant.
--- D'Bridge 3.31