| A while ago we had a reunion at Joe Tennyson' Robinsdale Lounge. For some unkown reason i recalled the old round house. There at the reunion, i asked several people if they remembered the round house, and if they remembered where it was. It very much surprised me, that no one remembered the round house, and no one remembered where it was, even after i reminded them of it's existence. Then George came by; i asked if he remembered the round house. 'Well certainly', he said, "when we were kids we had no toys to play with, so we would go to the round house, and play with the bums under the turn table." Gosh, we laughed and laughed and laughed. What a wonderful memory, from the fairly recent past. George is gone now. |
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