Pam Pocklington and I were good friends many years ago when I lived in California. We were friends during the ten years that I lived in California. Pam was busy raising four children - I was busy raising 3. Our paths crossed often during school, church or sports activities. Pam and I would steal away once in a while for girl time. My family and I moved away to Illinois (where Pam's mother lived) and we stayed in touch.
During the last couple of years that I lived in Moraga, I took a job supervising young people delivering newspapers for the local paper - the Contra Costa Times. Michael had a paper route in the neighborhood. We would get up at 5:30 am when the papers were delivered to our door, Mike would sort them, fold them and stack them in his carrier bag and head out on his bicycle. Some mornings I drove him in the family station wagon-he would sit on the back and throw the papers to the porch. I was a weekend supervisor for the newspaper and supervised Mike and about 15 other local youth carriers.
Pam joined me as a supervisor at the newspaper...we made a few more memories together working part time.
On my travel adventure this year to California I was fortunate that Pam was in town and we were able to spend two full days together. I took the BART train from San Francisco to Orinda where she picked me up.
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