I took a ride up by the old ski jump today. It's so sad that it's all grown in. I remember going to the ski jumping events when I was a kid. We'd take our hibachi along and my dad would charcoal hotdogs on the back of the station wagon.
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Linda, I think about that old ski jump occasionally and the good times we had there as kids. I even have a picture somewhere of you and I up there at an event--we were probably 6 or 7.
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