Posted on December 3February 4 by Marcelle HeathAunt Ginny’s Lunar Bash, Los Alamos, 1974 Whenever Uncle Walter came to the house he treated me like I was one of his employees from his car dealership in Albuquerque. Fetch me three cylinders, copper, not stainless steel. And Dick Tellep. You’ll have to ring New York. Get some Lone Star from the General, will you? Put it on my account. Grab a pencil and piece of paper and write this down.
