Friday, March 19, 2010

Meet my brother John - isn't he cute..................

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  1. John came to our house the afternoon he left for New York and asked me to cut his hair. An odd request as my dad was the one who normally cut it for him. I cut his hair in the kitchen and then he asked my dad to give him a ride to the greyhound bus station cause he said he wanted to go to New York to be a sports writer. My dad rarely drove our car that was in the back yard most of the time. I rarely drove it, preferring to take the city bus. I had a bad feeling and wanted to tell John to go the the barber school down the street from my beauty school where I was a student at that time. My dad said, "Sure I will give you a ride." If only we had tried to talk him out of it.