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Social Street is truly a social place. I ran into four friends in a half block all of us on foot. As we stood there chatting a car turned left from the right lane causing a wreck and we were the first ones to call the police.
My friend's grandmother used to say "Watch out for the machines". She had witnessed the birth of the car, the airplane and electricity. One day a vacuum cleaner salesman came to her Mattapoisett farm house out on the cranberry bog, and emptied a bag of soot on her braided rug in front of the fireplace.
"What the heck are you doing," she said.
"Don't worry Ma'm," he said confidently.
"Where can I plug this in?"
"Plug? We have no electricity."
Oopsy!
I dreamed a tree fell on Bill's leg while he was in bed. He had it amputated. We decided to move to Savannah Georgia. I will miss new England I thought. And there will be too many bugs. Luckily Lily woke me up. Bill has both legs working fine and thank goodness because we're marching in a Christmas parade tomorrow in Fall River at noon! Come see us!
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My grandfather always called cars machines. "Let's get in the machine and drive downtown..." I once asked him mivies cost a nickle when he was young and he shook his head. "No, those were the nickleodeons. A movie cost a quarter." That was in Louisville. in mississippi they were a dime.
Wow, thank you.
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