The End is Near.
30th ANNIVERSARY OCTOBER 1987 Game 35 Ch45
I often lay awake nights remembering the past. Sometimes I jumped up and made notes. A mind is a terrible thing to waste but we do overfill it and push things out of our brains. Unless we have Alzheimer's, our minds are like computers, crap may be buried but it's still hiding somewhere. Just one little memory can bring other things to the surface. Try it!
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It was my second real trip out of town in the underpowered Ford Escort two-door. I'd bought it as my new motor home tow car. I soon hated it. But with a consistent 50MPG I was learning to love the little thing.
We'd kept in touch with friends Hank and Helen by mail and over many phone conversations. They were begging us to stay in another home Helen had listed for sale. What better way to celebrate our 30th anniversary than having Dollie's pussy serviced by horny friends.
We'd spent several anniversaries farther north at Wisconsin Dells. Staying at another free home furnished by friends Helen and Hank, plus a shorter trip, we were guaranteed a sexy cheap good time. All of this without having to go out in the cold looking for playmates.
I asked Dollie and she was looking forward to it as much as I. By this time she wasn't playing with herself as much or talking about finding playmates. Maybe the past summer's almost normal vacation in Pennsylvania cured her.
Where I worked we built up what were called 'bonus or sick days'. I'd earn a few extra paid days off each year if no time was missed. I not only missed little time, I worked 10 to 12 hours a day and many weekends.
I'd take a bonus day or two for special long weekend vacations, like this one. Again this time, we probably took another four day weekend to go back north, only around 200 miles.
We hadn't had a wild weekend up there in over a year. We were looking forward to this weekend. We both keep trying to figure out why we never went back to see the taxi drivers we played wild games with way back in 1971. Too busy I guess.
The previous house Helen had gotten for us was at the edge of town, sort of a country setting. This next home was in a large subdivision. It was a place we could never afford.
Again, we probably arrived around 2PM. There was a note on the table written by friend Helen explaining things. The strip club had been closed over a year. Hank was out of state after he got a promotion. Yes, he had a real job besides the club.
Helen was moving soon to start with another real estate firm where Hank was living. Most of the boys were no longer keeping in touch. The Mexican restaurant was closed and the old building run down. This left Mikey, his girlfriend, and Jerry only. Helen had written that she'd try to visit Saturday. All this ws kind of disappointing. But this was real, not some movie script.
Of course I know the date. But I don't remember what day our anniversary was on. It may have already been over or not until the next week. We'd often celebrate when we had free time to camp.
After unpacking a few things we took a ride to see the club and Mexican restaurant for ourselves. Both places empty and run down, tall dead weeds filled both parking lots. Not a lot of time left Friday so we drove to the State Park and walked the main beach and just a short ways south along the Lake.
Not many RV's were in the campground. Very few people kicking rocks and walking, like us. The wind was blowing cold off Lake Michigan and we wore jeans, heavy shirts, and jackets. Not much fun that time of the year. We ate someplace and called it a day. We probably went to bed early, fucked, and slept.
