> Of course, we had to go down the alley behind Durham House of Pizza to see another place where Sam lived.

I MUST KNOW: Is this the same alley where I've LOST my way HOME and You've RUINED my LIFE???


> We talked, laughed a lot, and told wound stories, such as the time Darleen hit her knee in college. She and Sam were racing to open a door, and she got there first but wasn't able to stop in time to prevent slamming her knee into the door. She was also carrying an ice cream cone, and of course she lost it when she fell. I thought it was funny that she still remembered the loss of the ice cream cone.


Have Leen tell you my Atlanta airport story about dropping ice cream. It's even more pathetic (and evidently, more embarrassing, because Leen had herself a regular laugh riot over it). So did I, twenty one years after the fact.


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