One day as a young teenager I was walking to work as a lady’s companion to Mrs. Norris, who summered in an old house near the Congregational Church. On the way, I encountered the Big Bad Wolf, Atso Lehtola, also on foot along the dirt road and drunk as the proverbial skunk. I wasn’t too afraid as he was so hammered I knew I could outrun him; but I was carrying an orange for a snack and he fixated on that orange. He wanted it but couldn’t seem to remember the name of the fruit, and started talking about it like it was an imaginary friend, so I booked it out of there.
In the summer of 1959, I worked as Atso's helper in building Mack's Snack Bar at the top of Highbridge Hill. Actually, I was hired by Mack to first clear the site of trees and then became Atso's helper.
When he was older Walter W. Thompson had an egg business in the barn of his brother's home in Smithville. I was told that he was an avid and very good golfer too.
One day as a young teenager I was walking to work as a lady’s companion to Mrs. Norris, who summered in an old house near the Congregational Church. On the way, I encountered the Big Bad Wolf, Atso Lehtola, also on foot along the dirt road and drunk as the proverbial skunk. I wasn’t too afraid as he was so hammered I knew I could outrun him; but I was carrying an orange for a snack and he fixated on that orange. He wanted it but couldn’t seem to remember the name of the fruit, and started talking about it like it was an imaginary friend, so I booked it out of there.
Yikes, another story for your next treatise
In the summer of 1959, I worked as Atso's helper in building Mack's Snack Bar at the top of Highbridge Hill. Actually, I was hired by Mack to first clear the site of trees and then became Atso's helper.
When he was older Walter W. Thompson had an egg business in the barn of his brother's home in Smithville. I was told that he was an avid and very good golfer too.
Was he Beverly's father? I might see you on the 19th.