That would be fine if you didn't change your mind three times in the middle of the hunt.
I found the solution to that.
Don't do what they think they want. Most of the time they have no idea themselves.
Sure about that?No, it's just we've changed out minds. again. Don't try to keep up, you can't. You're not a woman.
Sure about that?
It's gone to the land of Nostalgia. End of an era.
No...maybe. Depends. I will most likely change my mind about this too so...
This brought to my mind my late Grand mother who was a chef at the Playboy Club on Central Avenue in Phoenix when I was a boy. My sister worked there too as an assistant as I recall.It's gone to the land of Nostalgia. End of an era.
No...maybe. Depends. I will most likely change my mind about this too so...
Video killed the radio man.
This brought to my mind my late Grand mother who was a chef at the Playboy Club on Central Avenue in Phoenix when I was a boy. My sister worked there too as an assistant as I recall.
so many places to put comma's in that sentence. Piece of art.
What are your memories of this place? Got any stories to share? please.
Not really. It was uptown Central Ave. In one of the many high rise buildings. All I remember was that Grandma was a really good cook.Only thing I recall about Central Avenue was that we would cruise Central when we were high schoolers. Kinda like the movie American Graffiti.
meh, maybe more will come to you now that it's crossed your mind.
I wish they'd invent a machine that could take a picture of a memory that someone has. It'd be so much easier to share memories and you wouldn't loose the ones you have when people who share them with you die.
Someone ought to invent such a thing...
meh, maybe more will come to you now that it's crossed your mind.
I wish they'd invent a machine that could take a picture of a memory that someone has. It'd be so much easier to share memories and you wouldn't loose the ones you have when people who share them with you die.
Someone ought to invent such a thing...
Not much to remember. I was just a boy when gramma worked there. I never went there. I was just a boy.meh, maybe more will come to you now that it's crossed your mind.
I wish they'd invent a machine that could take a picture of a memory that someone has. It'd be so much easier to share memories and you wouldn't loose the ones you have when people who share them with you die.
Someone ought to invent such a thing...
Not much to remember. I was just a boy when gramma worked there. I never went there. I was just a boy.
Not much to remember. I was just a boy when gramma worked there. I never went there. I was just a boy.
right, sorry. In those days, the adults didn't share alot of information with the children around.
I've often wondered how many of our memories aren't our memories, but of parents memories they've shared with us?
or worse:
I once had a dream my eyebrow had fallen off. I was maybe 4yrs old. It was a few years later that I'd asked my mom about the time my eye brow fell off. It was then I'd learned it had never happened and it had been a dream.
I keep having dreams about work. And then a few years later it hits me, Oh wait! I remember having a dream when I was doing this. Maybe I can see the future. Or maybe I'm just crazy lol.
i was afraid so.