I recall in 5th grade my desk neighbor, Randy (why I remember his name and this incident 55 years later and just now…) pulled out a filthy lemon drop and offered it to me with his filthy hands. I wasn’t a prissy boy but filthy is filthy. And, yes, I ate it and survived…
I recall in 5th grade my desk neighbor, Randy (why I remember his name and this incident 55 years later and just now…) pulled out a filthy lemon drop and offered it to me with his filthy hands. I wasn’t a prissy boy but filthy is filthy. And, yes, I ate it and survived…