Phyllis WEISLO

Phyllis and I go way back to our childhood neighborhood. I've known Phyllis since 1959. We rode our bikes on the street, hers was a 3 speed, mine a 26" Western Flyer. We roasted marsh mellows on New Year's Eve night at the neighborhood bon fire. We climbed the giant oak trees in my backyard. We went on Easter egg hunts in the neighbors yard. I sat and watched her during her ballet classes and wondered how she could stand the torture! She tried earnestly to get me to join with her. I enclosed...

Rest in peace, old friend. We had some good times.