Dear Becky and Joe,
You'll both be happy to know ONE of our sleds survived our childhood.
Becky, this old girl is yours. Found her in the room under Mom's porch. Your name and address are still written in marker on the front of the sled.
I am sure you won't mind I took the old girl for a ride down the street this afternoon before the snow truck came. Still handles like a dream. Snow sticking to my glasses, arms waving, laughing, pure delight. I had to make a hard right into the ditch in front of Mom's as a car came up the street. It was then, as my knees hit nose down, I remembered I was 30-something and not ten years old again. Sigh..
It's snowing beautifully already and I can only hope we get the foot they are calling for.
It is a pretty safe bet that my sled is gone due to one too many hits with the pine tree. Joe's too.
What ever happened to the K-Tel skis?
Good thing I picked up a pair of snow pants at the Outlet Mall last weekend. Time to cut off the tags and break those babies in!!
Wish you were here.
Thinking of you both...