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Interesting how your view of the Bailey's is different than mine. His
little sister tried to beat me up daily in 8th grade because I'd given the
wrong answer to a question in gym class. Actually, I'd repeated someone
else's wrong answer from the other end of the gym. Anyway, they kept
picking silly little slapup fights until the day I turned around in a
crowded hallway and walloped Joanna Bailey upside the head. I could hear
her ears ringing. Needless to say, we didn't talk much after that. Glad
you had a better experience than I.
- Pam
------------ Previous Message from Ken Follett <[log in to unmask]> on
09/05/98 10:23:10 AM ----------
Mike Bailey, a black guy in a rural setting, next to Bill Jorgensen, was
probably
my best friend in the troop. Mike was into music and carried his radio
around all
over, this was before boom boxes. I used to write poems about Mike. I liked
most
the fact that all kinds of shit would be going on around us and Ed just
sort of
kept going on his own wavelength. I think he ended up a dishwasher.
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