tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13049534.post3542360383569096368..comments2009-11-23T14:10:22.322ZHarry Heuserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06516327808775454066noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13049534.post-52873357410648492512009-11-23T14:10:22.322Z2009-11-23T14:10:22.322Z

Well, I had my doubts about this particular entry in my journal; hence the delay in posting it. Yes, my sister and I are still talking, albeit infrequently. I’ll always be the little brother, I guess.<br /><br />I am no authority on the Scottish—or the Welsh. That’s why I keep going on about the Germans.

Harry Heuserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06516327808775454066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13049534.post-85793737135618894452009-11-23T12:26:51.569Z2009-11-23T12:26:51.569Z

You have a great gift for talking about painful personal things with good humor that takes the edge off. We should all do it so well. Do you have a relationship with your sister?<br />I will check your Mikado audio as soon as I replace my thrift store electronics that are expiring. Is it true what they say about Scots? My grandmother&#39;s name was McClure

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