ANOTHER MEMORY FROM THE DEEP RECCESSES

I just did it so I would know that it works.  If you goggle map the area that I wrote about last night and go to the satellite feature you will be able to find the house that I mentioned where we practiced (the dance band) and where I spent a number of nights sleeping over with my friend John Taylor.  The place is now the Cannon Mortuary so you know it was a big house and there was only John and his parents.  It was kind of like a big square house with a patio and swimming pool in the middle.  I never saw the pool with any water in it though.  The particular memory that came yesterday was about the school just across the street.  It is an elementary school and John worked there after school doing janitorial stuff.  On an occasion that I have no time frame in my memory other then I drove a car and I was in high school John asked  me to sub for him when he was to go out of town for something.  I said that I would and I worked with him for a night to learn the ropes and then I  had two nights doing the job on my own.  I knew that it was honorable work and to work is honorable too.  But boy did I hate it.  It was only part time and twice, but it was enough to keep me serving papers and to this day I'd rather push papers then push a broom.   Can you picture me as a teenage kid cleaning up a school?  Bet you didn't know that about me!