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Isn't life funny...

November 4, 2013

Ironically I met my beautiful wife through my late mother!  Mom had been playing bingo every night as usual and she told me about this nice young lady she met at the Monday and Tueday night bingos!  She went on and on about how wonderful this girl was and how good looking and friendly she had been towards Mom!  Unfortunately I was unable to get to the bingo on a Monday or Tuesday night due to prior work commitments so it looked as though a meeting with this young lady was not in the cards for me.  Then after a couple of weeks had gone by Mom told me this girl had taken a job at of all places the Weber Hotel!  Well anyone knowing me at that time in my life the Weber was my watering hole and I hung out there as often as I could partake in the joy of the drink!  I found out through Mom that this young ladies name was of all things PAM just like my baby sister and that she would be working on Friday night!  Back in the day my Friday nights consisted of calling bingo for the Knights of Pythias until 10:00 pm the off to the Weber for a lot of drinking and fun and we would usually close the place down half drunk out of our mind.  Turns out when I was through calling bingo I headed off to meet or at least get a glimpse at Pam.  Since this was my stomping grounds I had not yet had the opportunity to ever see what she looked like so I proceed to the hotel to catch up with the lady my Mom thought I should know!  Upon my arrival I entered the hotel and was leaning on the entrance wall taking in the entire floor of the place seeing if I could spot this Pam.  And suddenly I see this dark haied beauty getting a small order at the bar and she turned and headed right for where I was standing.  She was so close I reached out and took the drink from her tray and stuck my foot out and tripped her.  Her tray falling to the floor with all her coins and before she hit the floor I had reached out out caught her with my left arm and there we were me looking down into her gorgeous hazel eyes and her looking up at me and I said to her "hey lady how about we go upstairs and do some heavy breathing" she looked up and catching herself stood up proper and proceed to slap my face.  You see folks Pam was nothing first unless she was a proper lady.  I appologized and helped her to gather up her tray and coins and put the drink back on the tray and sent her on her way to make the delivery.  I knew from that minute that I was going to spend my life with this lady just had to figure out how I could make that happen...Thx for listening I will add more later!  I Love You Pam and always will! 

Two For One

October 6, 2013
My whole life, on every occasion I recall seeing Aunt Pam, I was one of "the twins," or "the boys," in fact I don't recall a single time when I wasn't referred to as anything but part of a pair. From the time I was small that's what I was...it's what I expected, and oddly, throughout a life trying to be different then your twin brother I never minded that she did that...in fact, I kind of liked it. Trouble found us easy when we were little, especially on those occasions with Mike and Mash, and Sheri at Grandma and Grandpa's house...Aunt Pam was always quick to come to our defence..."there are more to blame than just the twins, they were all up to no good"...maybe that's why I never minded being lumped together with my brother each and every time she said our names....it was easier to divide the trouble in half, or more. There we were, Brad and myself, Kerry and Kristy, Mike, Mash, and Sheri, running down Colwell Street in the dark being chased by imaginary ghosts and shadows...or getting shipped off to the store with pockets full of change chucked at as by the grown ups...always trouble divisible by seven...and always just one of "the twins." Funny how easily you remember all that. Rest in peace Aunt Pam, and condolences Uncle Pete, Mike, Mash, and Sheri... Signed, one of the twins.

My Partner in Crime

October 4, 2013

My Mom and I were getting ready to finally move in to our new house.  U-haul boxes are expensive.

We heard that milk crates are the best for moving.

Mom and I for almost 2 weeks (maybe more) roamed the streets after the midnight session at the bingo to steal....we say borrow milk crates all over.

She was my partner in crime, my best friend, the first woman to ever have my heart.    

I miss you Mom and not a day goes by I don't shed a tear.

Sheri 

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