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To: Rambi who wrote (12324)	9/6/1998 12:07:00 AM
From: Ish	Respond to of 71178

Miz Penni, I spent a number of Summers with my grandmother in a town of 300 in Central Illinois. A farm based village. I could run with the big dogs or rabbits and everyone knew where I was and what I was doing. Eight year old kid fishing on the bridge over Sugar Creek two miles out of town, I was still in grandma's living room. Go to get the mail and forget the combination, ask anyone and they would say G 7. Didn't need to be too modest as everyone saw your pee pee when you went swimming in Lang's pond. Thirsty, every house had some iced tea. Stranger in town, not after an hour. Every child should spend some time in that village.

To: Rambi who wrote (12324)	9/7/1998 9:29:00 AM
From: Justin C	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Penni, I grew up in a South Texas town of 14,000. In the '50s my grandmother, who lived in the same town, was a victim of a phony termite inspector, to whom she gave a $75 check. The con man made a beeline to the nearby First National Bank to cash the check, but the teller was suspicious and showed the check to the bank president. After summoning the con man to his office and asking him a couple of questions, the bank president took out his pen and wrote across the check . . No Good. Growing up in a small town did indeed provide some interesting memories. Justin