just a stone's throw awayA Chapter by Lyn AndersonOkay, Americans, have a sense of humour. I know you don't all think this way ...
I remember a stop over in Atlanta
a long time ago, a nice gentleman I met, from Idaho ... He asked me if he could come up and play in the snow. I say, "I am in New Westminster, B.C." "Great", he says, "I will meet you next week for coffee, perhaps we can ski, I will be in Toronto." Sure I say, "look me up, I am just down the street, maybe we can play hockey too, and though I am not sure why, the ice is a little thin on the Pacific ocean in July!" © 2016 Lyn AndersonReviews
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StatsAuthorLyn AndersonToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..Writing
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