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Welcome to Safeco Field

The panel was the transition between the end of the escalator and the upper floor. In the space where the panel was meant to be was open air that went two hundred plus feet to the lower level below.

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Embarrassed in Montreal

I consider myself to be very fortunate to have attended the 1976 Summer Olympics in Montreal.  I traveled there with Marty who took care of all the logistics.  (Thank you, Marty!) We took a Greyhound bus to Montreal, bought a ticket package to numerous events and slept in a youth hostel that was a fifteen-minute train ride to the Olympic stadium.

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Road Trip with Marty

About two or three years after high school I flew with Marty out to Denver and we saw Bob in Fort Collins for a while and then Road Trip! to Las Vegas. We were starting to feel tired a few hours out and wanted to find a place to sleep. After seeing a couple of places with No Vacancy signs we were getting discouraged. Finally we stayed at this decrepit motel in Fruita, Colorado. Al least it was cheap, but it was so bad the door did not close and we had to move some furniture against it for added security.

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How Biff Saved Me from Anaphylactic Shock 

When I was a freshman in high school I was stung by a bee while searching for golf balls in a field adjacent to the 10th hole of Silver Lake Golf Course. I ran after being stung. I was only stung once and I didn’t think much of it. I kept looking for golf balls for a little while, then I noticed by dog Biff

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Uncle Tom’s Steamboat

Aunt Rosie (actually she wasn’t really my aunt but was my cousin’s aunt – but we always called her Aunt Rosie) worked for CBS – I think as a secretary – but I am not sure really what she did there. Sometimes she would give me and my brothers tickets to TV shows.  The first time she did this the three older brothers (Marty who was 6, Myself who as 5 and Bob who as 4) got tickets to

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The Big Push

The first girl I ever had any kind of social interaction with (besides my five female cousins who lived a couple of blocks away) happened at a dance for the graduating 8th graders and alumni of the preceding class of Sacred Heart parochial school. So basically 8th graders and freshmen who had just completed their first year of high school. I do not recall going to the dance as an 8th grader – but that was probably because as a freshmen this was the first time ever for the dance. The dance was the brainchild of

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