Post Date: Monday, 30 January 2017: 18.18
The first time… ever I …

It was an other-wise miserable, rainy night. Nothing to do around the house, and the urge, ambition and a need to move, to go, to be some-where, do something, just to “go”. And I had a license to drive, having only just recently gotten it, and a rather rare opportunity to use Mum’s “Olds”, the forest-green with faux wood trim, what might have been called, in not too many years prior, a “woodie”…

The account of the first time I stepped into Mr. G’s, remembered and told… 45 years later. Posted to the “Blog” page.

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