The lady with the messy garage

Continually learning . . . and the garage is still a mess.

Decadence (Re)defined

The whole neighborhood knew when Big Jim* came to town.  I mean how could you not know?  He parked his big rig alongside the curb on the entrance to the court.   It effectively made the entrance a one way street, and all of us residents had to yield to each other on our way in and out because his semi blocked the way.  Everyone knew when Big Jim was around.

The other thing that you couldn’t help but notice was Claudette.  Her hair was done.  She wore pretty sundresses (she was stylin in 1976).  She flirted.  She laughed.  She stood in the street (blocking the one way in) while she talked to Big Jim.  She slept in the bed compartment of his truck with him.  I mean, even the neighborhood kids noticed that.

My mother, who was angry, and never liked to put down her crossword puzzle or get…

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About livedinitaly

Love food and traveling. Breaking out of this introvert shell by expressing my thoughts, experiences and feelings.
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