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Odd remembrances haunt my lazy brain unbidden at odd times.  Family legend has me nearly drowning after falling out of a boat when very young.  The woman who is now great grandmother and widow that I made out with in my car sixty years ago.  A small clothing store that I walked past in West Portland fifty plus years ago.  Now there is a freeway where it was.  I think it was small, isolated and named Mode O’Day.  The traumatized beauty that abruptly rejected me while in college.  Did she ever care for me, or was it completely one sided?

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