Today I got a phone call from my Mother telling me I had to come over and see the treasures she found in an old box today. So I got on the motorcycle and headed over not knowing what her definition of “Treasure” meant. When I arrived, she was in her home office with papers and old photos spread across the floor. These are two of the items she deemed as a treasure.
The above photo shows I haven’t advance my spelling skills.
This one shows that the right side of my brain never fully developed.
You just have to love a Mother who would find either of these cherished memories.
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