tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926516649756652997.post4334089898005020368..comments2015-08-23T12:54:20.844-04:00Comments on Window to Whimsy: I Just Feel Like Skippingkristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00298604769173994651noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926516649756652997.post-72540972667222230182010-03-11T22:33:03.285-05:002010-03-11T22:33:03.285-05:00Kristin,
This picture made me smile and reflect th...Kristin,<br />This picture made me smile and reflect that I am sure your grandmother played hooky when she was young, your great-grandmother on the other hand would be more like you and your sisters. The motorcycle was new in 1973 and I rode it to Jasper from Indianapolis one sunny afternoon. It was the same motorcycle that I put several thousand miles on over two summers riding from Indy to Terre Haute while working on my Masters. Fun times. Especially seeing the picture again:)Dadnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7926516649756652997.post-75624253502733842472010-03-11T21:22:26.664-05:002010-03-11T21:22:26.664-05:00My plans included becoming a psychologist too. God...My plans included becoming a psychologist too. God had other plans for me.Joanynoreply@blogger.com