Memories in Uintah.
When we were kids in Uintah Utah, I, Weldon and Fred would take the
wagon and walk along side the mile and a half , three way intersection
, and pick up all the pop and beer bottles we could find and turn them
in at the store across the highway from our house. Then we would
spend all the money we got on goodies inside the store. One time on
one of our walks we found an oil stained twenty dollar bill, and gave
it to Mom. She thought the colors were a bit bright and took it to
the bank to make sure it was good. It wasn't and the damn FBI hounded
the whole family for the next twenty years, thinking we all might have
been counterfitters.
1 comment:
That's a good one
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