Side Note: My father worked at IBM Kingston for 37 years (this race took place in Kingston). We lived in Poughkeepsie. It was approximately a 40 minute drive. Not the worst commute ever, but yeah, we ate dinner late and I didn’t see a whole lot of my Dad during the week.
Side Note: about once a year they’d have an open house at the site. We went several years. I didn’t spend much time in Kingston growing up, though — well, none, outside of the time we went to the plant — and I’d never driven around there.
Last funny side note: it wasn’t really that funny at the time, and I’m sure my Dad never thought it was funny. A friend & I hitched a ride with some complete strangers home from college once (as college kids do). They were to drop us off at the Kingston plant (which they did), only my Dad had completely forgotten about it. Embarrassing!
Obviously we did not have cell phones back then. Heck, Mr. Judy (whom I don’t think I’d even started to date at the time) was one of the few people who actually had a personal computer back then. But I digress.
We were able to phone home, though, and he drove back out to pick us up and take us home. Nothing like turning your commute into a 1.5 hour drive!
So there was a teensy bit of nostalgia for running a race in Kingston, and my mom actually wanted to know where it had been — although she didn’t know it when I told her.
Did you eat dinner early or late when you were a kid? We ate around 7 pm and I’d be dying of hunger now to eat that late, although we do tend to eat later in the Summer.
Did your parents every forget you?
Did you ever forget any of your kids?
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