This past Friday, July 31st, Liz and I attended the funeral of a really good friend in Round Lake. Barb and her then-husband Don, were great friends of ours when we moved to Round Lake Beach in 1975. We essentially had the four corners where Morningside met Beverly tied up. Don and Barb lived next to Floyd and his wife on the northwest corner, Barb and John lived across from us in the northeast corner, we were on the southeast corner, and Pam and Angelo lived next to us. Hank and Flo lived on the southwest corner.
We did all sorts of things, mostly partying, together. We were even on the same bowling league. Barb, Don, Liz, and I on one team, and Barb, John, Floyd and his wife on the other.
We hadn't seen any of them for years, however. Too bad, it had to be under these circumstances.
We did get to see Barb's first husband, Don, John, Pam and Angelo's son Angel (who married Don and Barb's daughter Tracy), Tracy, and Barbie.
On Any Other Circumstance. --RoadDog
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