GEORGE JORDAN
It was the spring of 2000. Roger and I had just moved in next door to Nancy. I went next door to ask Nancy if it would bother her if I hammered on the walls to put up pictures. She said it would not bother her at all. From then on we started talking more and more. I knew Nancy was my type of Gal (which I know she would not want me calling her :) when Luz was staying with her and they could not turn the gas off. They called the fire department and she said that was the easiest way to get men into her bed, I mean condo :) (Excuse me, but I am from the south so I always need to add a little to the story).
Another story was when my parents and grandmother where visiting and 911 happened. Hurretta was nice enough to have us all over to dinner a few weeks after this tragedy. Being that my parents and Grandmother are from Kentucky, they loved her food. I believe the subject of Afghanistan came up and she said that we should blow their ass off the map (at least that's how I heard it). I am sure she said it much more politly. I think Nancy almost fell out of her chair. :)
and then there is Jean, but maybe I should stop the stories now.
Anyway, Darrell hope you and your family are doing well.
George
