Memory -
Vinny and I loved going to George's Store in the very small suburb of the VERY small town in which we lived (haha suburb). We used to sing Georgie Porgie to the older gentleman who owned it and sometimes changed the words to things I won't publish. It was also the place where the babysitter I mentioned in an earlier blog, the woman who bought my mom groceries, leaned into the car one day to say hello. What did Vinny do? He asked my mom why she had warts all over her face in front of the woman. The sad thing is she DID have warts all over her face and my mom was speechless. Oh the things out of Vinny's mouth.
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