Picture me as a fourth-grade choir student seeing along with my fellow classmates to this 70s classic. Our choir teacher (her name escapes me) made all of us kids get dressed up in sock hop gear. My grandma McKay made me a yellow poodle skirt with a black poodle on the side, complete with sequins. I think I still have the scanner in my closet. I had the privilege of wearing the poodle skirt one more time. It was in the 10th grade. I think I got extra credit for being the only one of my group members who was willing to dress up. After all that effort, I still got a C for the semester. I guess the presentation was a bigger deal than I thought.
Noah finally reached #99 today. The reporter and photographer from the local paper had just left, when I arrived. “ The basket hit the ground safely, I see.” “Yes,” he replied. “As you predicted, it would have been more fun with my Emilee. All the couple I went with wanted to do was swill red or white, and talk of his promotion. Emilee would have squeezed my hand lovingly and talked about the beauty of the countryside.” “Well, Noah…They all can not be your Emilee. She was one of a kind. What’s next? I was there at the beginning when you had me write the blasted list.” He was sitting on the edge of the bed when he looked over at me. Tears rolling down his wrinkled cheeks. “Ah, my boy, I wish I had more time on the clock, more things to tick off. ...
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