re: I really wish I had listened more to the stories the old folks told, Let’s share some

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I remember my old neighbor, Mr. Ray. He had a glass eye and a ragged scar from where he parachuted into a tree in France during WWII. His wife was Evelyn and she made awesome banana pudding with nilla wafers.

He had an old black and white TV and would play solitaire with a worn deck of cards and watch westerns. He called me Tater and I loved that old man. I remember how much it hurt when he got to the end and didn’t remember me.

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