It's Been Awhile

I've been thinking about a lot of stuff...not clever stuff like I've previously posted, but stuff. I turned 60 this past October and while I don't think 60 is anywhere near the end of one's life, it's a fact that things start deteriorating as we 'get on in years.' So, I've decided to blog about stuff that comes to mind. I remember when I was in fifth grade I went to school with a girl whose brother's name was Barry. I'm not mentioning her name because I can't remember it. I want to say Judy, but who knows for sure. Anyway, I recall that both Barry and Judy where quite tall for the 6th grade. I remember Judy telling me a story about when she broke her wrist while playing with another friend. They were outside horsing around the swingset (you know those really old fashioned ones that if you didn't cement them down, when you started swinging the two front legs lifted off the ground. Judy some how broke her wrist. She and her friend went crying to her friend's mother. Let me say, that back then, fixing 'owies' was so much easier than nowdays. Anyway, Judy's friend's mom took her into the bathroom and sprayed Bactine on her wrist. I wonder if they still manufacture Bactine. For those of you not old enough to remember Bactine, it was kind of an antispetic. Needless to say, it did not fix Judy's broken wrist, but I can only imagine what Judy was thinking. I'm certain it wasn't 'WTF,' but WTF?

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