I was just talking to my friend Bill last night when he told me about an accident in Youngstown. Then he said Oh, it's someone you know that graduated around when we did. He gave me some other info that just left me shaking me head. Then I checked the obituary section this morning to read this
Needless to say I hate living stuff over again every time I hear about something along these lines.
I remember going to parties at my friend Wally's during high school. She lived with her Mom next door in this old mansion that was divided into a duplex. Once in a while Walter would sneak on over there with her boyfriend at the time and would have just insane times.
Once in a while I would see her or some ex-boyfriends around town but nothing of real substance. What really is making me think is what was her state of mind the last couple of years. One can get totally sucked into this alternative dimension that is Lew-Port even if they have other things going on with their life.
I just hope it was a just a bad luck wrong place wrong time accident. Having experience in what goes on behind closed doors and the warped perspective people have that are natives down here my mind is just racing. I can let myself get really sad if I let my imagination run wild.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the Doyle family.
:'(
Love the CNE. I went with my Dad to a Blue Jays game one year when they still played at Exhibition Stadium and we wandered the grounds afterwards. Got an early picture of me with the Stanley Cup. The foods from around the world building cracked me up. Under Italy was pasta, etc, but under Poland was a Dairy Queen.
i think there's a Soup Man location up in the 'burbs in Williamsville or Amherst or Amville or Willaimshurts.... somewhere up there, anyway.