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vintagediva1 |
Posted - Sep 11 2010 : 12:31:22 PM So, Sis, Mom and I were camping last week. The young guy camped next to us invited us over that evening for songs around the campfire. He was playing his guitar and another guy was on Sax and we had a good time singing stuff from the 60s when Mom asks him if he knows any Sinatra. Now, Picture this, Guy with deadlocks half way down his back and mom wants Sinatra. It was pretty funny!! Then it turns out that our new friend is Aretha Franklin's Son!! We had fun even without ole blue eyes Michele
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gypsy goat |
Posted - Sep 14 2010 : 06:42:30 AM that is really cool-what a neat experience
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katmom |
Posted - Sep 11 2010 : 9:02:31 PM Hey Michele, That is soooo way beyound Kool! We meet the most wonderful and friendliest people when camping..... Happy Trails to you all...
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RaspberryBee |
Posted - Sep 11 2010 : 7:31:14 PM Oh my, "fly on the wall" moment for me when all this transpired :-) It is truly amazing what can happen in our lives if we are truly open to new experiences. What a lovely evening you both must of had - thank you for sharing.
Farmgirl Sister #918
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kristin sherrill |
Posted - Sep 11 2010 : 1:56:48 PM Wow, you must have had a great time. I would have loved to have been there for that.
Kris
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Tina Kay |
Posted - Sep 11 2010 : 12:36:03 PM Isn't it amazing who we meet when we least expect it! Have a great weekend! Tina Kay
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