tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517402040702011209.post7985181245384228358..comments2024-02-24T20:27:42.370-08:00Comments on My St. Louis: The Day I Made it FinalDoggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16690441803055873134noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517402040702011209.post-44055471621816526282012-02-01T06:23:21.378-08:002012-02-01T06:23:21.378-08:00I really wish you still played too. Every time you...I really wish you still played too. Every time you told the story of the repo man letting you keep the trumpet, I felt you should have at least kept up with it. Though I have no sympathy for that job, I can't hold anything against a repo man that decides the right thing to do is let some kid keep his musical instrument if he cared so much about playing. However, the kindness you did for your little brother in exchange for your music is more than enough for me to forgive you.<br />DylanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517402040702011209.post-80439953657697131692011-02-05T15:38:05.051-08:002011-02-05T15:38:05.051-08:00Very nice story, Dave.Very nice story, Dave.Dorothy Doloreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01661072286250736625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517402040702011209.post-31718590793915727912011-02-02T19:21:14.174-08:002011-02-02T19:21:14.174-08:00y'know... this is possibly my all-time favorit...y'know... this is possibly my all-time favorite posting on this blog. it's wonderful.Dominicnoreply@blogger.com