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Hi, Bill! This is another great piece that brought back many memories. The last time I saw Bob Porter was during his “member of parliament'” days. One of the times I flew back to Medicine Hat to see my parents Bob and his wife got off the plane ahead me. I recognized him, said hello, and explained who I was because I thought he wouldn’t remember me. He said of course he remembered me. Not only that, he had spoken to his mother the previous evening, and our mothers had been playing bridge together earlier in the week. Small world!
Hi, Bill! This is another great piece that brought back many memories. The last time I saw bob Porter was during his “member of parliament” days. One of the times I flew back to Medicine Hat to see my parents Bob and his wife got off the plane ahead of me. I recognized him, said hello, and explained who I was because I thought he wouldn’t remember me. He said of course he remembered me. Not only that, he had spoken to his mother the previous evening, and our mothers had been playing bridge together earlier in the week. Small world!
Hi, Bill! This is another great piece that brought back many memories. The last time I saw Bob Porter was during his “member of parliament'” days. One of the times I flew back to Medicine Hat to see my parents Bob and his wife got off the plane ahead me. I recognized him, said hello, and explained who I was because I thought he wouldn’t remember me. He said of course he remembered me. Not only that, he had spoken to his mother the previous evening, and our mothers had been playing bridge together earlier in the week. Small world!
Hi, Bill! This is another great piece that brought back many memories. The last time I saw bob Porter was during his “member of parliament” days. One of the times I flew back to Medicine Hat to see my parents Bob and his wife got off the plane ahead of me. I recognized him, said hello, and explained who I was because I thought he wouldn’t remember me. He said of course he remembered me. Not only that, he had spoken to his mother the previous evening, and our mothers had been playing bridge together earlier in the week. Small world!