tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217199.post3170291630786662310..comments2024-03-24T11:30:08.199-07:00Comments on Can you believe?: Strong medicineJohan Maurerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13771067774042071617noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217199.post-5899614867889149182013-04-27T15:15:12.127-07:002013-04-27T15:15:12.127-07:00Thanks for your comment, Carol. I hadn't made ...Thanks for your comment, Carol. I hadn't made the link with my own FUM experience.<br /><br />Vail--I appreciated your comment, too. Edmund Goerke's story reminds me that I've heard several other stories about William Bacon Evans's driving, some of them from Tom Bodine. And one story about his not-driving: apparently one time Bacon Evans was shopping at a store in Moorestown, New Jersey. He fed the parking meter and went into the store. When he finished, he got into his car ... and just sat there. The concerned storekeeper checked to see that his customer was OK. Yes, he was fine, said Evans--he was just using the time still left on the parking meter.Johan Maurerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13771067774042071617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217199.post-54730551418418572352013-04-27T09:05:07.735-07:002013-04-27T09:05:07.735-07:00Thanks for the link to the Don Miller article, Joh...Thanks for the link to the Don Miller article, Johan. Very interesting to me as someone who just spent nine years on the FUM board.Carol Holmeshttp://carolholmeswrites.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217199.post-20830318590389473642013-04-26T15:00:38.559-07:002013-04-26T15:00:38.559-07:00oops! my name dropped out of that last.
Vailoops! my name dropped out of that last.<br />VailAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7217199.post-43876090323851297802013-04-26T14:56:23.542-07:002013-04-26T14:56:23.542-07:00WBE was a dear f/Friend! I have seen him in that ...WBE was a dear f/Friend! I have seen him in that arrow-hat more than once. I also remember Lewis Benson's friend Edmund Goerke drive up his father's red MG to Reading Terminal in Philly, and open the door to let out Wm Bacon Evans and Charles Henry Moon (a more portly plain Friend). . . .<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com