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Saturday, June 21st, 1980; A Day Jon James Remembers Little of and Thankfully So
Saturday, June 21st, 1980; A Day Jon James Remembers Little of and Thankfully So
Saturday, June 21st, 1980; A Day Jon James Remembers Little of and Thankfully So
"Would you still love me if I was ever in a car crash and disabled?" That's the question I remember asking my girlfriend, Tammy, as I dropped her off at her job at Robinson's Nursing Home in Gardiner on Saturday morning, 6/21/80, the first day of summer and a couple weeks after I had graduated high school. "Of course I would."
Easy Does It…We Don’t Say That to Hear Ourselves Talk.  Okay, Maybe I Do.  But, Seriously!
Easy Does It…We Don’t Say That to Hear Ourselves Talk. Okay, Maybe I Do. But, Seriously!
Easy Does It…We Don’t Say That to Hear Ourselves Talk. Okay, Maybe I Do. But, Seriously!
I knew the driving was going to be bad when I slid down the hill on the unimproved road I live on. When I got to the main drag, it wasn't much improvement. In fact, it was worse because I KNEW my road was going to be bad. The sand on the main road lulled me into a false sense of security. Luckily, I knew how to test the road by breaking in such a way I could tell if it was slick without losing