Kristen (my to-be bride) Peil (daughter to Loren and Annie) called me at
work (a vacated dental office complete with circular carpet stain in the chair space).
"Can I get up on your roof (shingled in 1942 by Pat Tishler) to take pictures?"
"… ah, yeah. There's a ladder behind the garage (the old cow shed from up on the hill)."
On the downhill side of the aquifer (solvent containment-wise)
State Highway 57 separates my house (Helen Zak's place) from
Kiehnau's (Prueter's old garage). (Then) Chief Gary Nelson (Gordy's kid)
was "talking" the evening shift (watching for rekindle)
reclined in Brush Truck #19 (vintage 1976).
He said (when asked), I should stop by the hardware store (since 1955)
tomorrow with my driver's license and be at the station (behind the Town Hall)
the next Monday (first of each month) at 7:00 pm.
There'd be some classes, too
