Ahhhh yes the fruitstand man. I wish I could remember his name. Dink and I took the kinder to see my old neighborhood after getting a passport for baby #5. I showed them the apartments we lived in when I was a child. Told many stories and then went to see if the fruitstand was still open. It was there, but it was closed. As we stood there talking . . . I had just told them again about the time I charged bananas onto my parents account unknown to them (It blew up in my face when the bill came) . . . My friend comes walking toward us. He recognized me immediatly! Then met my children and gave them an ice cream. While they ate it he told them of the time I got the bananas…ouch! I am sooooo glad I told them first!
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