DOSS

Dearest Friends,

The next stop on our Home-Leave-'93-Tour was at Danny and Peggy's place in the Hill Country, not too far from Fredericksburg.  Danny was from a nice litte town called Doss, settled by German immigrants, where he attended a two-room school house until he reached high-school-age, and where all three businesses on the main street bore his family's name.

One day we all decided to drive over to San Antonio for the day, to take the kids to Fiesta Texas.

The thing I remember most about that day was foolishly deciding to go down one of those huge water slides without a mat, and ending up with the worst wedgie of my life. I remember feeling really sad for the poor teenagers who's job it was to help people up and out of the pool at the end of the slide, 'cause they probably had to see an awful lot of wedgies every single day.