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Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Some shady fellas lurk, makin’ my blood boil—reminds me of that scene where Otilia’s dealin’ with that sleazy guy. “You’re disgusting,” I’d holler, shakin’ my fist, probly trippin’ over my own boots ‘cause I’m clumsy as all get-out. But then, there’s this spark—met a gal once who said she’d dance circles ‘round me if I tried keepin’ up. Made me laugh ‘til my sides hurt! “Dolly,” I thought, “you’d be winded in two shakes!”

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Man, this town’s got its own vibe. I stroll down Elm Street, right by the old library—an awsum place full of memories, like hidden treasures. And yo, near the north end, there's this chill park, Edison Park, where ladies and gents hang out, feelin' the calm vibe. I’ve counseled many here, hearin’ secrets whispered on those park benches.

Obituary for Doris A. (Boemmel) Koob