Yes she did. And I wrote may she rest in peace without any negative comments.
I only searched because I know several aged nuns who taught in Catholic schools back in the day, and for the most part they all regret cracking the proverbial knuckles on school kids now in their old age.
There's an interesting story about how I was involved in a plan to reunite Regis with the nun that disciplined him in Catholic school, but she passed away before we could make it happen.....
I only searched because I know several aged nuns who taught in Catholic schools back in the day, and for the most part they all regret cracking the proverbial knuckles on school kids now in their old age.
There's an interesting story about how I was involved in a plan to reunite Regis with the nun that disciplined him in Catholic school, but she passed away before we could make it happen.....
And here I thought you were stalking me. Lol.
Montréal Smoke Meat Sandwich with Miss Vickie's jalapeño chips.
Pretty much. I was always in the principal's or dean's office. Skirt too short, unauthorized shoes, out of uniform. Silly stuff.
Sister Mary Benedict pulled me out of my class the day of 8th grade graduation pictures and took me down to her office and rubbed soap in my eyes because I wore mascara for pictures....
This used to be Lot-A-Burger. I had stopped at my dad's office, and have fond memories of him taking me over there 30-40 years ago if I happened to fill in as his secretary for a day or 5. Same counter where you order. Slightly updated menu. Same Pepsi machine, same shake machine.
This isn't the best part of the 'Nard. There was a guy behind me that I had done the tango with at the front door, trying to figure out who goes first. I ordered. Another lady ordered. Then as I'm standing there I overhear Ralph asking how much with tax it would be for an A-burger, vs. with cheese.
Queue up thru line, get to the register, and she calls Ralph. He had shuffled back out to his shopping cart. I told her, I was UncleWede, she said my order was still coming. Then she went ahead and started to ring me up. "Put $5 of credit on Ralph's tab too" She just couldn't understand this. So she gave me my change, and I handed her 5, for when he comes back.
I go out the back door, and I see Ralph shuffling away. I saw no bag. I tried.
This used to be Lot-A-Burger. I had stopped at my dad's office, and have fond memories of him taking me over there 30-40 years ago if I happened to fill in as his secretary for a day or 5. Same counter where you order. Slightly updated menu. Same Pepsi machine, same shake machine.
This isn't the best part of the 'Nard. There was a guy behind me that I had done the tango with at the front door, trying to figure out who goes first. I ordered. Another lady ordered. Then as I'm standing there I overhear Ralph asking how much with tax it would be for an A-burger, vs. with cheese.
Queue up thru line, get to the register, and she calls Ralph. He had shuffled back out to his shopping cart. I told her, I was UncleWede, she said my order was still coming. Then she went ahead and started to ring me up. "Put $5 of credit on Ralph's tab too" She just couldn't understand this. So she gave me my change, and I handed her 5, for when he comes back.
I go out the back door, and I see Ralph shuffling away. I saw no bag. I tried.
There used to be a Lottaburger in the Nard? No ways dude. Never heard of it on the west coast.
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