Here is my next sweet post from December 6, 1985. As I’ve grown older my hearing has gotten worse: loud music, heavy equipment, etc. I’m not sure how to explain Virginia Reo (not Reel), other than I was a very creative listener.
My mom was one of the best mothers. I can say that because its true, she’s better than your mother by a mile. Clean pants after some sweet football-mud-plays in elementary school equals a great day and mother of the year. My teacher, Mr. German, was a pretty cool teacher. This was his last year teaching. He taught my older brother Terry who’s a decade older than me. That’s like forever to a twelve-year-old who can dance like the Reo Virginia wind.
Stupid Robert’s parents were never busy, but that night… and Dan, my little brother, finds his way over to someone’s house. Lame. Sucked to be me. I didn’t even say GOOD before Night, with four “!!!!”