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i visited sister linda's home, such memories, touring the alcan plant, too cool for my nerdness, with long crucibles turning bauxite into aluminum. and the song and game lr would play with nathan, riding on her knee,... this is the way that baby rides, baby rides..ends in, this is the way daddy rides, so early in the morning. the knee would go faster for each round of the song, thus exciting the baby. endorphins 70's style. had so much fun there, will never forget it.

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thinking of using blog again. story of jimmy, johnny, randy, jeff. we were good friends, some photos of us in moms slides, facebook. all this gun vileness i remember and lament on. my dad had rifles on the basement wall, on a rack. i couldn't even look at them. jimmy and johnnys dad had that too, similar basement. jimmy was my age, johnny was randys age. one day they were playing with the guns in their basement, johnny pointed a gun at jimmys head, and the gun was loaded. changed me a lot. jimmy was my best friend. killed by gun.