I love telling my "poor stories". I love hearing Federico's "poor
stories". Don't you just love the name. Federico. It just rolls off
the tongue. I heard the ticket lady at the Greyhound bus station let
it be said with gusto! Federico.
I expect Federico and I will swap poor stories on the way to
California. I have heard some and they are a match for mine. Maybe
even better! My son Jeff has a friend Greg who has a recipe for
cooking carp. Federico actually ate the carp. Now that's a poor
story!
Then there is the story of growing up in a station wagon. That has
got to be a good one. Wonder which seat was the good bed? This is
going to be a great trip!
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