Classmates woke me up. They moved and I followed along in a
zombied state. Every night there was a party goin' on. Geese! Kids were putting soap in the fountains, etc., etc. Crazy stuff. When you're 17, you're a bit wacky!
P.S. We took a train from here to there and they partied all the way to and from Washington. If I told you what year I
graduated, then you'd know my age. I'm too old to admit that
and too young not to share goofy stuff!
Edited by jabber (07/13/11 01:24 PM)
Throw me to the wolves and I'll come back
leading the pack.