tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575815160753790724.post5230456716405167359..comments2024-03-28T07:00:13.521-05:00Comments on CHANCES R.....: It's The Little Joys We RememberRamona I. Lynamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442196742914230676noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575815160753790724.post-66305337829746051492016-02-18T05:01:41.628-06:002016-02-18T05:01:41.628-06:00I remember a hot summer night in Guss, Daddy on th...I remember a hot summer night in Guss, Daddy on the front porch listening to a radio just inside an open window, Joe Lewis boxing. (To look sharp every time you shave...). Daddy couldn't sit still when he was listening to a boxing match, but twisted and turned and threw punches right along with the boxers. Looking at Wikipedia and seeing the timeline of Joe Lewis' career, I wonder if my memory is wrong, because I wouldn't have been old enough to remember his big championship fights. Maybe it WASN'T Joe Lewis, but I do remember one hot summer night on the porch with Daddy helping the boxers as best he could. :)Donna. Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18393352099473686196noreply@blogger.com