Grandma's old house...

A long time ago, I might have been about four, we had to move into Grandma Richard's house. I don't know the reasons, but whatever they were, we found ourselves there. It was a big old house on the corner of Branch Street in Anoka. Grandma used to make extra money by taking in boarders. These were some crusty old men that didn't have families to live with so there they were. I remember walking upstairs one time. The hallway leading up was packed with things all along the wall. One time as I was going up, an old man named Mr. Coral came downstairs. We met at the halfway point on the sitars. To my left was a flag rolled up and stuck behind a board. He stopped and looked at the flag and said in a deep voice: "A lot of men died for that flag son". I thought " Wow! And here it is in grandma's hallway and I get to see it". I think he cacked a few years after that.
One of the other men there was named Tony. I remember him as being one of the fattest people I had ever met. He had an old dog whose name seemed to be a different swear word all the time. I used to talk to Tony every day after school. One day, I went downstairs to talk to him and tell him about my day. He was in the bathroom and was just pulling up his drawers from what I now know was probably a huge dump. He didn't know I saw him him and I don't remember talking to him again....

Joe