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Hello? Surprised voice... "Your up!". I think, I am now. Brother the main called. He looked up friends from when we lived in Akron. Colorado, not Ohio... or else. The kids of the men who owned and operated the Norka. No yolk? It was a restaurant, bar, and hotel. Motel? A multistoried affair. Fancy, for a cow poke, dirt farmer, sort of area. Not mocking, I was a street rat, if in a small rural town sort of way.
The last post by any was in 2019, or so. Facebook, maybe another? Marines, for one, and a few kids. Oh, and the son of the man who ran the grocery store, same town. Hard work, lots of it, Yeulenhops? I have no idea how to spell that last name. They, save for one of the four he found, were good friends, great friends. One I got in a lot of trouble with. His daddy paid off his sins, I worked mine off.
No contact, but it was interesting. Oh, and a girl, from back when. She was hot. Mexican. But, like that ever really mattered. My brother, that brother, is half. I'm a double breed. Mom is a high yellow. Shit is what it is. Not only was she hot, she was tall, like six foot? I dreamed of her Jennie, all I'm saying.
