



June 10, 2007
I feel very fortunate to have had the opportunity to take Bailey, age 12, to the place I lived when I was her age. I took her to aunt Betsy's house in Busti, New York. I showed Bailey the place where I used to fish and the camp ground I helped start behind the house, "Camp Lounetta". When it was time to leave we drove by and I took some video of Southwestern, the school I attended while I was in the sixth grade.
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