A Merry Christmas rerun!
Merry Christmas… 1965. If you think you might have read part of this story, within another story, in another paper, you’re probably right. Neither our miss Murdo Girl, nor myself can remember, and we don’t feel like going back through the mountain of stories to find out. I promise you will learn something new. This is a Christmas story like none other.
This might be the lady. She had a bad day.
I’m keeping my word. In my last paper, I mentioned I would write about our 1965 Christmas. We’re already back in school, and Billy is back in California, but the events are still fresh in my mind.
A couple of days before Christmas, Dad and I drove to Rapid City to pick Billy up from the airport. He was on a late airplane, so I was pretty tired before we got home to Murdo. I rode in…
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