Chapter 8

My little sister is the bomb! She is caring, loving and sweet. She is a supportive and dedicated mom; a loyal friend to those she befriends. Sure, we had our moments while growing up. But she was always my bestest little sister in the world.

She is also reading along to my little history project.

I had mentioned at some point our plans to go out to dinner. We finally succeeded! I say that with sincerity. I always have something come up to delay our getting together. Like my little excursion to help with the kayak. We were going to do lunch that day. It didn't happen since I was "on a mission."

So, we went out to an early dinner. A little Italian restaurant. Hmmmm. For some silly reason I just remembered Billy Joel. Oh how I loved his music. I'll need to listen to some of his songs now.

Anyway, she was asking me how I was doing? We were chatting and she wanted to clear up some of my memories. Like our little trip with our father to Wildwood. That first summer we camped. Oh man, did that suddenly open up some more of my memories. The little tent that the El Camino could fit into; it gave you an elevated sleeping area. And the following summer we did stay at a hotel. Only it was the Park Lane and not the Pall Mall. And the summer after that we stayed somewhere else that neither of us can recall.