Nov 10, 2006 09:59
The inside of the Lincoln Country Club looks and smells like my great grandmother's house a few years before she "moved" to an assisted living center. I'll bet if I'd looked around a little I would have found a lidded crystal dish full of 10 year old root beer barrels.
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Hahahahahahahahahahaahhahahahahaha!!!!
When did you go to the LCC?
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At the Irvin house we always called it the LCC, but at the Friedman house, LCC meant Lincoln Correctional Center, 'cause Brenda did tutoring there.
My grandmother used to like to point out that the only two places she ever had her purse stolen were from the coat room at First Plymouth Church and the coat room at the Lincoln Country Club.
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