When I was a little kid my grandmother has this loopy friend that lived nearby. She (the friend) and her husband never had any children so she wasn't too hip on dragging me along on their fishing trips. She was married to some super smart nerdy guy who preferred to polish rocks than go fishing.
He (Herb) died first and was buried in the Catholic cemetary that was between their house and my grandparents' farm.
One day the friend was at grandma's house and I was there listening to their conversation. Friend told grandma that she and grandpa should buy the plot next to her and Herb because Herb always wanted to learn how to play cards. At 66 years old, I am still a bit unnerved by that conversation.
He (Herb) died first and was buried in the Catholic cemetary that was between their house and my grandparents' farm.
One day the friend was at grandma's house and I was there listening to their conversation. Friend told grandma that she and grandpa should buy the plot next to her and Herb because Herb always wanted to learn how to play cards. At 66 years old, I am still a bit unnerved by that conversation.
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