Rosella Leger
WHEN YOUR DAD LIVED WITH US ON BROWN ST. IN WALTHAM FOR A SHORT TIME BACK IN THE 60'S, IT WAS A FRIDAY NIGHT AND WHEN HE GOT HOME HE HAD BOUGHT A SIX PACK OF BEER. HE WAS GOING TO GO PUT IT IN THE CELLAR. WELL, FROM THE TOP OF THE STAIRS, HE LOST HIS FOOTING AND ALL WE HEARD WAS THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. MY MOM RAN TO SEE IF HE WAS OKAY. THERE HE STOOD AT THE BOTTOM OF THE DIRT CELLAR FLOOR WITH HIS SIX-PACK HELD HIGH AND UNHARMED. MY MOM LAUGHED SO HARD, OF COURSE THAT MEANT AN ASTHMA ATTACK, AND FOR A MONTH SHE COULD NOT LOOK AT HIM WITHOUT LAUGHING AND HAVING MORE ASTHMA ATTACKS.
