tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010648.post8468379518292831757..comments2024-01-24T02:02:31.744-07:00Comments on Outpost Mâvarin: The Days Are Just PackedKaren Funk Blocherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16860091802901743222noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010648.post-11716209879650789242007-11-10T16:28:00.000-07:002007-11-10T16:28:00.000-07:00Yes, Bea, I have a brother named Steve, but he's s...Yes, Bea, I have a brother named Steve, but he's seven years (minus 15 days) older than I am. With that kind of age gap, he wasn't going to want me to hang out with him. In the summers he went to study camp or reading camp or had a summer job parking cars, and when I was eleven he went off to college. That kind of makes me almost an only child. Steve and I love each other, and he was my defender when I was upset, but to be honest we don't really click that much. I think I'll call him today - he doesn't know about Tuffy yet. Thanks!Karen Funk Blocherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16860091802901743222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010648.post-30028024002806284202007-11-10T08:17:00.000-07:002007-11-10T08:17:00.000-07:00You had a brother growing up didn't you? I thought...You had a brother growing up didn't you? I thought I had read you had a brother... or am I thinking of someone else? Reading this, it sounds like you were an only child. Your description of browsing in the pharmacy reminds me of when I browsed through stores. Having no money, I'd just think and imagine what I would do, if I could... I'd stand so long staring into the window of a storefront that the owner came out one day and told me I was loitering! I was a kid... didn't know what loitering meant, but found out that day. Take care!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010648.post-74331596634820712372007-11-10T01:22:00.000-07:002007-11-10T01:22:00.000-07:00Well, I did think of it, but riding a bike wasn't ...Well, I did think of it, but riding a bike wasn't very interesting, really, except when I rode back from the railroad tracks and managed not to pedal until the last hundred feet or so because it was all downhill until I reached F-M Road.Karen Funk Blocherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16860091802901743222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19010648.post-75569760035773901752007-11-09T12:44:00.000-07:002007-11-09T12:44:00.000-07:00Well duh. You didn't mention riding your bike (as ...Well duh. You didn't mention riding your bike (as illustrated by the photo). LOL!! ;-) <BR/><BR/>Considering your parents were educators, I'm shocked your supply of books was so limited! I took every opportunity to beg for new books. Usually my mother was happy to comply. I think she appreciated how quiet the house got when I had a new book to read.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16689649366003513145noreply@blogger.com