Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I understood he had been an Olympic ice skater. When I met him he was teaching in a tiny place in San Francisco and our Girl Scout troop was taking ice skating lessons from him. I was hopeless. He tried in vain to teach me how to do something simple like skate backwards. I was lucky just to be able to go forward and stop.
Posted by Bev Sykes at 12:01 AM