Uncle John was down visiting us and had to get some work done on his car at the garage. He took Jim and I with him and while we were waiting, he took us into a bar to get sodas for us and a beer for him. He also got me a little box of hard candy which I spilled all over the floor when I was trying to open it. A lady at the bar said "don't worry kid, you have to eat a peck of dirt before you die." I didn't know what a peck was, but I figured I was safe and put them all back in the box for later.
We got a lot of visitors from PA in those days, I guess they all wanted to see what Wildwood was like.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment