My older sister Frances is on the left. She is with her friend Helen. They haven't seen each other in years. Fairly recently, They ran into each other at the funeral home visiting the family of a deceased (Carol Joe Clayton's mother) of the mutual neighborhood we lived in the 1940s.
They started talking about old times and giggled, cackled, and whooping laughing. Well, funerals are the living aren’t they?
Frances called me the other day saying she was thinking of taking up golfing. She called yesterday and said she bought a set of gof clubs.
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