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Back when I was single and in my late 20s I was often out late on Saturday night. It was great to sleep in on Sunday morning in my own house. For several weeks in a row at 6:00 AM some old lady would call me and ask for Martha. I was polite and said that no one named Martha lived here, you have called the wrong number. She would apologize but she had awakened me from a good sleep. That happened three Sunday's in a row.
The fourth time I just blurted out "Martha died" and started sobbing, than hung up. She did not call again. I always wondered if she bumped into Martha at church and was shocked to see her alive. I did not care, I got to sleep in on Sunday morning after a late night of bachelorhood.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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