When I was a kid, my grandma would send me to the cornerstore on Fullerton for milk. Every once in a while she would also send me to buy lottery tickets for my grandpa, sometimes I would get to pick numbers. I would never win, but I always loved guessing the which numbered ball would pop up next.
2 comments:
wow. what's with the blogging so much? I'm impressed.
I also like the frequent short thoughts.
Eric
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