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One Song Sunday!

OK. It's time to start digging out your old banjos, guitars, bowls, kick drums, bongos, clapping hands, nintendos, kazoos, screams, televisions, cats, washtub basses, art, dolphins, crazy eyes, tds, feet, and anything that you might like to make sound and music with. One Song Sunday is upon us. June 1st at Box Awesome ... Starting at Noon the sound will begin and will not end until 1am...ultimate patience in collaboration. Please Join Us!

March 14, 1981 - Saturday

Feb 23, 1981 - MONDAY

Dear Boo,
Today went rather quickly and we are all exhausted. I don't think anyone of us will be up very early. It is 9:30 and your Daddy is up front with you this minute, rocking you to sleep, though with much effort on his part and resistance on yours. We went out to eat at the Sizzler for supper. It was good. PawPaw came too. You were a good boy and sat in a high chair and watched us eat. You fell asleep on the way home, but I had to wake you to take off your jacket and get you ready for bed. I can barely keep my eyes open so I am going to bed. Goodnite, my love. I'll see you tomorrow.
Love,
Mama

Pride in achievement is wonderful, but pride in self for self's sake is a sin. It makes fools of us all. If you must be proud, be proud that you are a man--- a Christian man.

Feb 20, 1981

What I was doing on this day back in '81:

Dear Andy,
Tonight I went grocery shopping and got you a cute little outfit at K-Mart. I also got you a Donald Duck drinking glass with a straw in it for you to practice your drinking. I got a basket load of food for you, too. I have been giving you food in jars because they have stopped adding preservatives and add no salt and almost no sugars. So I guess they are O.K., but as soon as possible I will start giving you table foods. your Daddy babysat. I love you, smartie pants. It was warm so we went outside for a little while. You sat in your swing and I sat in a lawn chair and read my book. It was very nice. Goodnight.
Love, Mama

Don't get mad, get Glad!



sidenote: a week or so ago, I walked into the Duffy's courtyard and a wasted young gentleman said to me: "Hey... Hitler!" and stumbled indoors, hopefully for another drink. I hope that you can see the huge difference between my blue ray moustache and Hitler's highly-despotic patch of upper lip hair. Thanks.

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