Sep 12, 2010
Tales By Tom - Stories I Tell On Myself 001
A new series! Stories I tell On Myself is all about stories they I have experienced . . .directly. These might be a bit edgier, embarrassing, emotional or even funny. We start with two stories! 1. December 17, 1953. I said goodbye to him as I left Notre Dame, hitch-hiking to Minneapolis. I didn’t know until the next day when I was almost out of the downtown Chicago area that the day before had been but one day in the youth of my lifetime but for my friend, the last person I’d seen leaving campus, it had been his last.
2. Dog the Bounty Hunter, a Personal Version. Prior to this day, every time I was in an airport I dismissed the announcement about seeing any unattended luggage. If I saw any, it caught my eye but didn’t hold my attention for long. This time, an oddity that bothered my sensitivities, one I could not explain, turned into a big time arrest “as I supervised,”. The song, “Another one bites the dust,” comes to mind.
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