We are in a large L-shaped room. Doing what, I don't know. We go out in the car. Dad is driving down a curvy brick street hitting the curbs.
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.)