During WWII, Kitty’s grandmother mailed me a letter with an American Dollar Bill. One night I walked into a German Bar with about 8 fellas. Beer was about 10 cents a glass. I held up the dollar bill and told the soldiers “This is Grandma’s dollar bill. We are going to buy some beer with it." Immediately they said “Let’s give a toast to Grandma.”
When I wrote to Kitty’s grandmother on how I spent the dollar bill, she was quite pleased.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
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