I remember when we got our report cards in grammar school afterwards a group of us would go to Conklin's where they gave you a nickel for each "A" we got. I was one of the top earners. From there we'd go to the lunch counter at Newberry's. Along the way I'd get a bag of Spanish peanuts at the snack counter, or whatever they called it. Spanish peanuts were small and they still had their brown skins on them. Then three or five of us would get cokes at counter, munch our snacks and chat about things that smart seventh and eighth graders talk about. It wasn't very busy at that time of the afternoon so they let us nurse our cokes.
Anyway, aside from getting the last quadrant of my mouth cleaned and it being Portland's 31st day of the year with the temperature over 90 degrees nothing much happened. The weather guy on the news practically guaranteed that this was the last day of the year we're going to be over ninety.
That's it.
