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Another day of snow and ice. And that's just in my brain! The snow days we have here in Traverse City are nothing compared to life in Marcellus. When I lived there, snow days didn't exist. What would happen is the buses would come and get you, and hope for the best. We would get stuck 2-3 times a week in the winter, and the district truck would just be dispatched to come get you out. That's why I was SO happy when I got an electronic football game for Christmas in 1979. I always had something to entertain myself when we sat on that bus in the middle of nowhere.

So, as I begin to continue this story, I get that DAMN error from Google again saying that I cannot save my draft, and that this page will close. So now I have to find something funny or entertaining before the page closes.....oh what to post....

I have never tried turduckin. I want to, and maybe someday I will.

I once gave a girl a rose in high school during the "rose sale" and she laughed at me. I heard later the same thing happened to her. Yeah, she gave a rose to another girl, and THAT girl laughed at her.

I did LSD once. I made the mistake of watching The Flintstones. Don't ever do that. I never did again. The LSD OR The Flintstones.

Another little tidbit that I never told anyone. In the Spring of 1986 during my senior year in high school, I had moved out and was on my own. I lived at a house on Niles Ave near the intersection of Niles and Napier. My buddy from school also rented a room in this house, and told me about it. A guy named Jim owned the place and had a business in New Buffalo called "Jim's Lazy Boy Grocery". I ended up moving out in July of that year because Jim was a little weird when he drank. My buddy also bailed. If I remember right, he just simply vanished. I say that because I never heard from him again. Turns out that Jim was molesting boys. Yup. right there in the house I lived in and I never even knew it. I guess it happened when nobody was home. He ended up being arrested and may have even died in prison. I don't know. I never heard about him again either.

Wow, now that I think about it I really want to remember his last name so I can find out if he got what he deserved. If anyone who lived in Saint Joseph remembers him, can you find out his last name for me? I hope he burned.

Anyways, here is something funny for you to watch: