tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309889436583537455.post2701183822709993275..comments2024-03-26T14:27:01.395-04:00Comments on Boppin' (Like The Hip Folks Do): One Last LookCarl Cafarellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11773218537376251052noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309889436583537455.post-4522663822808696932023-01-25T12:25:47.815-05:002023-01-25T12:25:47.815-05:00Big Hugs! Wishing you even better things coming!Big Hugs! Wishing you even better things coming!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309889436583537455.post-52842222437885475942023-01-25T08:52:14.308-05:002023-01-25T08:52:14.308-05:00I feel this! When my dad died (mother had passed ...I feel this! When my dad died (mother had passed 6 years previously) Joe and I cleaned out and fixed up the house on Kirby Drive where I had spent the majority of my youth and my parents well over 40 years. A few years ago the house went on the market again and one of my childhood best friends and I were allowed to do a walk thru. It was so weird, as the folks selling had done some major renovations. But there were little things that had no changed, things no one but me would notice; the way the light switch in my bedroom closet sounded when you turned it on, the way the inside of the kitchen cabinets looked (they refaced but didn’t actually replace) and similar. Ah, the memories! Eleanor Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com