How can I forget the times you took me to the Beverly Park to so patiently watch me go round and round on those silly boats. Ringing the bell each time I passed you. Driving with you in your light blue Comet. We laughed and were having great times. I remember we passed the distribution station. (a utility station) instead I remember asking " Sis, why is there a disturbing station? Who would want to go there? You loved that! Oh, all those years at your various apartments. Sitting at the counter while you made me the best oatmeal cookies and listened to my silly high school stories. Nothing was stupid or unimportant to you! I'll write more soon.