tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353237482695386092.post3944629812278649582..comments2023-07-27T08:40:58.347-04:00Comments on Jimmy's Journal - The Original: Trippin' !Jimmy's Journalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041064932971014718noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353237482695386092.post-53226365638856000162007-06-05T16:37:00.000-04:002007-06-05T16:37:00.000-04:00gee jimmy.... we must have gone on the same vacati...gee jimmy.... we must have gone on the same vacation trails together.... and yes, i do remember the hump seat.... for us, it was the dividing line between my sister and myself. We were NOT to cross it in any way, shape or form... yeah, right.. like that really worked!! I can't imagine how we survived, can you?? LOL<br>JackieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353237482695386092.post-82104792824730622942007-06-05T19:28:00.000-04:002007-06-05T19:28:00.000-04:00WOW Jim! Now I know why I walk funny. Must have ...WOW Jim! Now I know why I walk funny. Must have been that stupid hump I had to sit on. Oh well. And I didn't even get credit for the state mottos. You know, if mom were still alive, I would run and tell on you. lol... I sure enjoy reading your column every day. Ever thought of working for El Nuevo Herald???<br>love ya<br>Jeanne<br><br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353237482695386092.post-41509251999690757282007-06-07T16:22:00.000-04:002007-06-07T16:22:00.000-04:00That's exactly how I remember family vacations. My...That's exactly how I remember family vacations. My parents station wagon had those slippery vinyln seats, if it was hot you where glued to them, if it was cold, God help you nothing could warm you up, the heat never made it to the back seat.<br>(Hugs) Indigo<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com