tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214352465674633266.post9054771824105935984..comments2023-04-05T11:57:58.600-04:00Comments on A. Parker Burroughs: How to Break an Ankle, Part 9Moehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13612323587459830074noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214352465674633266.post-91720846586549505422008-10-30T09:25:00.000-04:002008-10-30T09:25:00.000-04:00I'm trying to follow the logic of your comment. Do...I'm trying to follow the logic of your comment. Do you mean that the longer you live away from PA, the less hilarious I get? So, in a couple of years, I won't even arouse a chuckle, and by the time you're 60, I'll be so unfunny that you'll want to strangle me with your necklace!:0<BR/>Thanks for being such a loyal reader. I still laugh out loud sometimes when I think of the antics of your younger brothers.Park Burroughshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17653759670285239020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2214352465674633266.post-22071698169095246152008-10-29T21:34:00.000-04:002008-10-29T21:34:00.000-04:00Mr. Burroughs,I so enjoy reading your column every...Mr. Burroughs,<BR/><BR/>I so enjoy reading your column every morning! It's been 17 years since moving from PA; but you are still hilarious!<BR/><BR/>I remember my grandmother telling me a story about losing a necklace; but she was AT LEAST 60 at the time... ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com