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Post by artsyone on Feb 8, 2021 11:54:16 GMT -5
No Billy! You can't steer the car! You're legs are too short! Yes, yes, Billy. I know you have to use the bathroom. Why are we driving to the hospital? I have no idea how to get little Adelaide unstuck from the damn basket!!
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Post by artsyone on Feb 13, 2021 10:02:41 GMT -5
Mrs. F's twisted sense of humor got us into this jam pot!
My God, Cousin Dave, can you please send me a file? No, no, not that kind of file. A metal one.  |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 13, 2021 10:06:15 GMT -5
 " Old rockin' chair aint got me", writes Mrs F. |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 13, 2021 10:09:00 GMT -5
 Mrs F writes again: I like it here. I am safe. This place has hot running water and the rats are very small. |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 13, 2021 10:11:40 GMT -5
 Will wonders never cease! It appears that Mrs. F. has been released, has wandered out to the country and is looking for us. |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 13, 2021 10:13:22 GMT -5
 Little does she know we are at the hospital. |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 13, 2021 10:15:43 GMT -5
 Just a twist to the left Doctor and I think you may have it!! |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 15, 2021 17:33:53 GMT -5
 Hang on children! We are fast approaching the corner of Genesee and the Parkway. What's that you say, Billy: you smell hamburgers?? No, Billy, I think it's Baron Von Steuben. You would smell too if you wore those scratchy old Utica made Red Johnnies for 150 years. |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 15, 2021 17:36:53 GMT -5
 Oh look children, Mrs. F. has been sprung from the joint and will join us soon. One can only hope! |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 15, 2021 17:40:04 GMT -5
Ah, the Park at last. What's that Little Lauralee? It's the wrong park? You are looking for Mrs. Flark? |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 15, 2021 17:45:25 GMT -5
 Well, perhaps this is her approaching now. No wait. We left her in lower Proctor Park down by Starch factory Creek. As I recall she was running through the grass shouting "Clear the decks! Clear the decks!" Poor woman. She always was delusional. |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 18, 2021 10:34:40 GMT -5
 Isn't this lovely Little LauraLee? This is the entrance to Forest Hill where all of Utica's Best Families are laid to rest. Did I mention that my great aunt Honoria is buried there? That's right, Little Billy. You remember the story from last Christmas...Honoria didn't shuffle off this mortal coil lightly... yup, she choked on a chicken bone whilst laughing heartily at Uncle Mordeci's favorite joke: Why was 6 afraid of seven? Because seven eight nine!! Honoria just split a gut over that one. Poor woman. God rest her soul. |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 18, 2021 10:37:16 GMT -5
 Watch out children! It appears we have met up with a second tour!! |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 18, 2021 10:39:16 GMT -5
 Thank God we have light traffic this morning. |
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Post by artsyone on Feb 18, 2021 10:42:00 GMT -5
 Well, you can rest easy now children. We have finally arrived at the Eagle. What's that you say Billy? Where's the bathroom? |
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