One day Marie was at our house visiting. Fran was in the living room watching television, and Marie and I were out in the kitchen visiting. She was telling stories and I was laughing.
I asked her for a new story, well you could just see her eyes sparkle. She has the most fantastic memory so she pretty much knows what she has told me. Then she smiled. She told me that Fran played baseball when he was about thirteen years old. One day the city painted the bleachers green. They did not tell the people that came to watch the game that the bleachers were still wet. Well....the moral to this story is don't sit on really shiny bleachers without testing them with your finger.
Marie said that her telephone rang off the hook with people trying to get green paint stripes off their clothes and the boy's white uniforms. I guess they thought if anyone could help them get the paint out, she could.
