Sorry Joe, I guess none of us has a story about how we use to play a little piano back in 1953 in Bunghole, WY after being taught by Mrs. Heinehoofer whose daughter, who was 3 years older than us, moved to Boise after graduation but whom we later ran into back in ‘74 in south Soho where we were working as a farm store clerk for Mr. Wiederman who had lost his left arm in WWII but could still lift 50 pound sacks of feed and load them in a truck by himself even though his doctor had told him that he needed to quit because he was………………….sheesh!
Forgive us for actually getting a little HUMOR from the comics.
Sorry Joe, I guess none of us has a story about how we use to play a little piano back in 1953 in Bunghole, WY after being taught by Mrs. Heinehoofer whose daughter, who was 3 years older than us, moved to Boise after graduation but whom we later ran into back in ‘74 in south Soho where we were working as a farm store clerk for Mr. Wiederman who had lost his left arm in WWII but could still lift 50 pound sacks of feed and load them in a truck by himself even though his doctor had told him that he needed to quit because he was………………….sheesh! Forgive us for actually getting a little HUMOR from the comics.