I remember riding in the back of Becca's car once on the way back from her apartment. She played some music so loud it hurt my ears. I think it was Prince or something like that. I don't know why I remember this random tid bit but I thought I would record it to see if I could get any recollections from anyone.

In middle school I was always into blowing stuff up with Fireworks on the 4th of july.

I would usually go in my front yard and find old toys to stick bottle rockets in or various things around the house. I also would light them off insde of the drainage systems as well because it made loud noises.

One time, I attempted to light off about 25 saturn rockets, when a cop pulls up. I dont think they went off, or we probably would have gotten into trouble.

Anyway, the story I am meaning to post is in regard to an occasion where we were at Noel's House

When Dan, Dave, Noel, and myself were really into GPKs Noel did a very bad thing. A couple of Dan and Daves friends came over with their GPK collection. I recall that they had a very extensive and rare collection. I myself, was amazed by what they had put together at such a young age. My brother on the other hand I believe was jealous. After the two young kids left the house Noel had a surprise. He had a stash of those kids GPKs under his butt he was hiding. When the facts of the situation became clear to Dan and Dave they went crying to Laura about the situaion. She made Noel give the cards back to the rightful owners and he never stole again. I'd like to thank Aunt Laura for teaching my bro a valuable life lesson. He never stole again??

Well since my brother has neglected to login and post a bunch of
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I remember we went on probably our last family vacation to Niagara falls in between my junior and senior year in high school. My dad was just starting to get into researching his geneaology. He found that there was a city named "Stalker" in Pennsylvania. Apparently the Stalker family first settled in New York and Stalker is right at the border of New York and Pennsylvania. My dad wanted to visit a cemetery to see some of our relatives' tombstones. We took my Dad's third Suburban (the last one).

It turned out that Stalker was a tiny town. (So small that it doesn't show up in the drop-down menu on Memorycrawler.com). It reminded me of a small dirt-road neighborhood in Clarkston. We were surrounded by trees everywhere we went. There was a cemetery and a few houses and a bridge to New York and that was it. We visited the cemetary and my Dad probably took some photos of the tombstones.

Other than that, there wasn't much to see so we left Stalker, Pennsylvania, . . . Read More..