Written a little over a year ago, but felt like sharing again. Hope you enjoy my little story! Don’t get stuck in the tar!

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Doesn't this sound good on a hot summer day? Doesn’t this sound good on a hot summer day?

When I was a kid, about seven or eight years old, I remember living in Pocatello, Idaho near a fraternity house that was on the other side of the alley.  As it happened, we lived very close to the college so to have a frat house close by was not unusual.  One particularly warm summer day, I smelled the most awful smell and when I went to investigate I can remember seeing a big machine with this steaming hot, black gooey substance overflowing and dripping down its side and some men standing nearby, their clothes stained in black as well.  I couldn’t imagine what was going on at first, but those guys sure looked thirsty!  In my little girlish mind I thought I knew just the thing that would cheer them up — a cold glass of milk!  So, I proceeded to pour two or three glasses…

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