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Let me interject here that this was the time that the city was doing an 'Urban Renewal' project on the QA rec center and playfield. The playfield at that time was nothing more than a city block of dirt; even the young football players called their playoff games the Dirt Bowl (lol)(j/k). It was surrounded by a cyclone fence with several openings placed at two of the corners and two others at odd places. I was familiar with this field; I grew up playing softball there as a child. In the Summer I would to the rec center often. Also, the houses on the block between 2nd and 3rd West, Blaine and Howe streets were due to be razed, and most were uninhabited. And because the new Worth McClure Jr. High was built just north of the rec. center, there were several streets that didn't go straight through. Okay, let's get back to my story. The kids' voices I heard were the last few to leave the center when it closed and by the time I got to the field they were nearing the f...

It was 1969 and I was in ninth grade. One afternoon I walked up to the neighborhood pharmacy to browse through the magazines: Seventeen, Glamour, the usual sstuff that appeals to a 14 year old girl. When I glanced at my watch I thought, "I am going to get it. Now it's dark out and I will be late for dinner." So I hurried out of the store saying a quick Goodbye over my shoulder to Mrs. Dalton and started to walk home. My first block was on Queen Anne Avenue in front of the upper QA Safeway, I where near the far end of the block (and parking lot) when a guy said from his parked car, "Hey, do you want a ride?" I glanced up and politely replied, "No, thanks," and continued on my way. One block further, I was in front of the QA Thriftway, when again, at the end of the block ( and the end of the parking lot) the same guy was parked and yelled out of his window, "Are you sure you don't want a ride?" I stopped, looked up at him and said ...

pardon the absence of most caps, but mt typing sucks more than usual lately so i'm going to go all e.e.cummings on you. I was nearing the end of my two week stay at st.joe's last July when the night nurse came by and woke me up (naturally) to take my vitals. my stay started out in the ER, and from there I went to the second floor, then the fourth, the fifth and finally the tenth. oddly enough, this was the oncology unit, but it was there that a bed was available. lucky me; and i mean that leterally. it turns out to have been a quite fortuitous room change. now, I have never been much of a sunrise lover, for two reasons I think. 1. I'm a night owl by nature and am never awake that early, and 2. I've never lived in a place that had a good viewpoint facing east. my room on the tenth floor faced due east, and on that morning I was treated to sight I can remember vividly even today -- the most magnificent sight I have ever set eyes upon. last summer was a s...

Rabbit rabbit. More later. I have to compose a post. I am goinng to try to ppost once a week. Let's see if I can make that happen. Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,