
And what trip to Galesburg would be complete without an unexpected stop to let a crawling train move molasses-like across town. Also drove along Grove street to check out the old neighborhood and Marty was sitting on her porch. I had to stop and say "hi" and noticed she had painted her house an almost lime green. Got the whole story on that and many others. I was almost attacked by her dentures that slipped out at one point, too.
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