WELL WE HEADED BACK TO SOLDOTNA SO ROBERT COULD GO FISHING WITH SOME FRIENDS. WE WERE CAMPING IN THIS PARKING LOT WHEN I CALLED AN OLD COLLEGE FRIEND,CASEY WHO WAS RAISED UP HERE AND HE JUST HAPPENED TO BE HOME. HE INSISTED WE STAY AT HIS PLACE. THAT'S WHEN ALL THE CRAZIENESS STARTED.
OUR FRIEND DON DOUGLAS WHO ALSO WENT OIT WITH US CAME OVER.
ROBERT DROVE THE HARLEY BACK TO GO FISHING THE NEXT MORNING. NO LUCK.
I COOKED CLAMS FOR US THAT NIGHT. I BELIEVE THAT WAS FRIDAY. VICKI WAS COMING HOME SUNDAY.
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