They came down from St. Joe, and we went out for my dad's bday dinner -- he's 67!
St. Joe, Mo.?
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They came down from St. Joe, and we went out for my dad's bday dinner -- he's 67!
St. Joe, Mo.?
That sounds really pretty.
sounds very nice indeed
StJoMo, indeed.
And it is pretty! Me likey.
I think we've had this conversation before. I lived in St. Joe for a year when I was a kid.
and my dad slipped me some cash
Woo! Nice daddy.
That's right. It's me hometown; dad's from there, mom lived there since high school.
My mom and dad live about two blocks away from Lover's Lane, and one block away from Old Candy Cane Lane. No, seriously.
I'm transferring money from my savings account to my checking account so I can start a Roth IRA with Vanguard. Thanks for the advice, guys!
We saw Candy Cane Lane at Christmas and my mom took to reciting "Lovers Lane in St. Joe," which is a bad poem even for Eugene Field.
I have never been all that impressed with Eugene Field.
Ronald Reagan lived on Candy Cane Lane when he was younger. Sadly, Candy Cane Lane doesn't do Xmas any more. It's sad. But Krug Park does! My grandma lived right down the way from the old Krug mansion, and we used to sneak up on the property. There were two life-sized dog statues that we used to tell each other were the Hounds of Hell, frozen by the daylight, because the Krug Mansion was desrted and Cree.Pee.
We thought it was Satan's Vaction Home.