12-07-2020, 10:22 PM
I'm just posting this dribble to see where it goes but here ya go.
I remember going to a tutor in the year 1968 or 69 to learn why I was failing in math. I went to this lady that my Mom got a number for that did tutoring. I went to a Catholic school so she was related to some French person that went to church all the time. She was great! We did stuff that improved my mastery over math and one morning I heard that she was going to win a prize on the radio if she answered the call. I told her excitedly that they were going to call when I got there in the morning, it must have been early because the sun was just creeping up her kitchen window. She got the call and the look on her face..........I still remember it!
Well...... They called, she won a toaster and all was good with the world. At the end of Summer she passed me and everyone was happy, it was August and she said she was on her way to a 3 day concert in N.Y.
She was a really cool Quebec half french/American it took a few years to figure out that she was Nichols older sister who secretly watched me ride around in the gym on my unicycle shooting baskets three years later.
Anyone want to hear another hippy dippy story? Or have one?
I remember going to a tutor in the year 1968 or 69 to learn why I was failing in math. I went to this lady that my Mom got a number for that did tutoring. I went to a Catholic school so she was related to some French person that went to church all the time. She was great! We did stuff that improved my mastery over math and one morning I heard that she was going to win a prize on the radio if she answered the call. I told her excitedly that they were going to call when I got there in the morning, it must have been early because the sun was just creeping up her kitchen window. She got the call and the look on her face..........I still remember it!
Well...... They called, she won a toaster and all was good with the world. At the end of Summer she passed me and everyone was happy, it was August and she said she was on her way to a 3 day concert in N.Y.
She was a really cool Quebec half french/American it took a few years to figure out that she was Nichols older sister who secretly watched me ride around in the gym on my unicycle shooting baskets three years later.
Anyone want to hear another hippy dippy story? Or have one?
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.