The first month the mall was open, Uncle Oompah drove his big car, an old Lincoln, through the front doors of Penny's to protest the banana strike in Venezuela. Once inside he kept on going—right down the big hall, through fountains and into Monkey Wards, right through there into the auto shop. The car still sits in there up on blocks but Uncle Oompah ran and won't come back to claim it for fear of getting in trouble for running over that old lady in the wheelchair that got killed by him.
THIS is a collection of Journals I kept, starting in 1972. I am adding entries here as I find the old journals and type them.
(Please Note: This is in "Blog" format, so to read journals in chronological order, start at the bottom, with the oldest post first, and read upward.)