Friday, August 24, 2012

August 24, 1991


We go to Farmers' Market in the morning, I work in the afternoon and then meet up with the others at Good Neighbor Fest, but not before I stop at home first and change.  

JoAnna is relieved to see me.  I take the kids to the midway area, and she joins her folks at the bingo tent.  Just as I'm ready to chow down, she announces that it's time to go home.  After the Packer game and the kids are in bed, the adult play cards -- Western poker.   But not late.

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