Two
weeks ago, I wrote about trips around Wisconsin that my family took one year when
I was a kid. I talked about picking cherries in Algoma and that I couldn’t find
the picture I was thinking of.
Guess what? I found it; here it is. But looking at that picture reminded me of a hysterical and inappropriate story.
The thing is there were two blue dots on the front of her shirt which were – how should I say it? Improperly placed, or if you have a juvenile sense of humor, they were in just the right spots.
For years, my sister Pat and I called it Mom’s Ajax Blue Dot shirt, and then we’d giggle. And Mom never got it. Hee hee hee.

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