It was the custom at birthday parties that the one whose birthday it was had the privilege of choosing a member of the opposite sex with whom to cut the cake. The custom further dictated that once the cake was cut, the boy and the girl would kiss each other.
Anyway, on the occasion of Barbara Campbell's 10th birthday, she chose none other than Gilbert D'Mattos (615) to do the honors with her. All went well until the part came where kisses had to be exchanged. It was then that the world saw a new athlete being born..... Gil, not having any of that smooching nonsense, jumped clean over the closed lower part of the door and proceeded to break the record for the fastest time over the mile. It was also the last Gil was seen that day anywhere around the 700 road.
Gilbert has been promising his own stories and also the whereabouts of ex LH-ians, but with more pressing matters, like taking his chickens to the dentist, and contemplating the freezing over of Hades, he hasn't gotten around to this . . . . . Oh, yes, a baseball acquaintance of his will be printing out parts of this anthology. I wonder when I'll get a phonecall from him . . . . !!!