Marjorie's Calling

Busy, busy Wednesday, and thinking of friends, the finish of good work, my loyal wife has invited me to the office picnic, and we will have a potluck with people I only see once or twice a year. I remember the first Christmas dance; we went together, and danced slowly, two step, and being 43, looking back it seemed going into mid-life, but we were young, even a baby sitter for young Laurel. I have deep fondness for the two, Marge and Laurel. Excited to be safe as if to be far from crime and doom, and often letting it out of my mind, like dad and I leavingg San Fransisco at midnight. Going up the Bay Bridge, and me taking over in Berkeley to drive a hundred miles to see dad, and give him some freedom from pain. My life in South Dakota, it has been seccure, the picnic, where we will stay for two hours laughing and being with nice peoplel. It is true what Dr. Barbra Sturgis said years ago, much before Laurel, that Marjorie would find social solice in work.

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