Like many adolescents, I baby-sat.
Two of my regular sit-ees were two boys, Michael and Peter Reck. (Yes, that was their last name.) I would ride my Schwinn Continental to their house, where I parked it in the garage vacated by Mr. and Mrs. Reck's Volvo when they went out for the night.
The boys were funny and engaging. I made some atttempts to be entertaining. They especially liked my impression of a Sesame Street character: the Cookie Monster.
I hadn't thought about them, the cookie monster or the fact that I parked my bike in place of the family car until I came across this:
By Mike Joos, who also did this. |
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