Ya' know........I seem to meet up with a lot of people who were hatched under a pile of cow manure.....................

I'd love to have the chance to say something to my Mom..........and I do I guess as not a day passes when I don't think of her. Margie was very special but I guess most Mom's are. She was extremely talented and should have been a concert pianist. She was very intelligent and we fought over having the last word in any argument. We argued because I wasn't allowed to say anything that I could not back up and she called me on every detail. Five minutes later we'd be laughing like idiots. She was just damn great at almost everything except living a long time......................

I called her Margie because as a 4 year old I was lost in the back of the Kresge store in Dover. I stood there wailing as only a 4 year old can and calling out, MA!.....MA!" She recovered me and we went home where she sat me down and said, "You may call me Mother, Mom, or Margie, but please don't call me Ma." I thought about that for a minute and decided that EVERYONE had a Mother or a Mom but only I would have a Margie.

Oh yeah.......I wish she were still around................I miss my Margie.


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