ML's brother Jim writes...
We lived in Jersey City suburb of Tomahawk across a railroad track. People were aways hitting our mailbox and driving off so my dad had put telephone poles pretty deep in the ground. That way if they hit them again they would not drive off.
I had just gotten to know Bill from playing football and he gave me a ride home.
As we came over the track Bill forgot he was driving and just stared "WHO IS THAT GIRL ON THE PORCH" was all he said. We were headed right for the telephone pole mailbox post while Bill ogled the girl on the proch. I told him to watch out for the Mailbox which broke him ogling and there was no car wreck that day.
I told him then the girl on the porch was my sister.
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He says that he had heard of her, some of the guys had said she was a babe or a hottie or a knock out or whatever the heck they said in those oldy moldy days, but when he saw her he thought that she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.
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