FILENAME: C:\JOURN\J022392.WPD (Feb 23 1992)
Today is Feb 23, 1992 It's late night Sunday - haven't had a chance to write in a while, or even be at my computer, which sucks a bit because I did get the EduNET phone # form the teacher the other day. Our family has been visiting our uncle every night this week. He owns his own garage (which we all call 'The Shop'. He is my Dad's brother, and he has a wife... (Barbara)..oh his name is Dave (not that I would forget that!) Anyway, sad news is Barbara is in the hospital, apparently she was in a car accident and it was pretty bad. I now this is bad to say, but I never really liked Barbara, she always speaks to me in a 'demeaning tone'. You now the one I mean, it usually starts with "Now Derek.." or "Derek dear" in a sort of high pitched whiney tone. I like my name, except when she speaks it somehow she makes it sound sooo annoying. Anyway they have a son, (Carl), he's about a year older than me. So we were down almost the s