You haven't heard my best stories. I just tell the ones over and over that feature hot shots, heroes and famous people. We just celebrated my Aunt Jo's one hundred and third birthday. She wanted to tell us about going to tea at the white house with Eleanor Roosevelt. Well, sir, it's a fine story. She's got better ones, though.
Sometimes I wonder what stories the legends tell.
What wouldn't I give to sit at Lottie's side and listen to her stories about donkey baseball and bottomless wells and mad dogs and the Klan. If the house goes up in blazes, I'll have to gather up my memories before I run outside.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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