LeMars and nothing much

Argh, I still don't care about writing this but it's to the point where I either have to write something or forget the whole project. Two weeks in a row I missed making posts. I guess I'll call it a vacation and try and get back to normal.

Of course trying to quit smoking hasn't helped either. Stresses me out when I have to write things on here because it brings up memories I have kept locked away for a very long time. BTW, I'm down to 7 cigarettes per day. Lol, probably have one while I'm writing this.

LeMars isn't a place I relly care about. I went close to it in April and never bothered to get off the bypass to see what it was like now. Just another place in my memories I don't care about visiting again nor do I have much curiosity about it.

When I used to fish I'd run into people from there, now and then. Lol, most of hem I introduced to fishing in Minnesota anyway so it was no big surprise to see them at the lake.

LeMars is and was a bedroom community for Sioux City. Hmm, as a side note, I wonder how all the bedroom communities in the country are going to do what with gas going up over 3 bucks a gallon? Oh well, different topic for a different blog.

It was a small town when I lived there. Funny but for a small town it sure has a lot of recognizable national brands. Wells Blue Bunny is there and I knew all the Wells kids who were around my age.

Harkers meats is also there and Mrs. Harker was my 9th grade algebra teacher. Schuster trucking is also big and I worked for them for awhile after I quit school. There are more but I can't come up with the names right now.

Even the pool hall and restaurant I used to hang out at has a few outlets in other towns. When I lived in Sioux Falls I was surprised to see one open about 9 blocks from where I was living. Lol, the Chicken still tastes the same as I remembered it from 45 years ago. I like broasted chicken.

When we first moved to LeMars we lived in an apt downtown. Nothing remarkable about it. I had my own room but as usual it was the worst bedroom in the place. Nothing new there and to be expected. But at least I had my own room.

I remember getting very sick in that apt. I had a temperature of 105 and couldn't go to the hospital because it was full of older people who were in greater danger of dying than I was. It was Honk Kong of Asian flu but I don't remember which one. There were three whole days missing from my life when I finally got over it.

The guy who owned the bowling alley and his wife and daughter also lived in the same building. His daughter was a very hot blond but had no interest in me at all. She was a few years older than I was and to her I was still a little kid. Funny but that never changed no matter how old I got.

I also learned that I could get up on the roof of the building and have access to all of the building on that side of the street on that block. I'd sit up there at night and watch what went on down on the street. Funny how no one ever noticed I was sitting up there watching everything.

I learned more than a few secrets about people in the town. Lol, who expects to be watched from the top of the bank at 4 AM in the morning and the streets are deserted. Heh, now days everyone does or should but back then there were no surveillance cameras outside and very few inside.

It was a different time back then and I actually enjoyed life more back then, because of the sense of privacy, than I do now. Whatever.