Hell I hate to get in this. No one is old enough to know what I'm talking about.But I still remember parts of a nightmare when I was small.
Katz and Jammer kids were riding a little train around in the house, my Dad was holding me & green leaves were going into his pocket.
I have no recall of this, but after I was discharged from Army I went back to old hometown and Dad introduced me to old barbershop owner. He asked, Is that the little shit that through a pack of firecrackers in my shop?
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I've haven't left very deep footprints in the sands of time. But, boy I've left a bunch.
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