Kurt Gerwitz

Found: Missouri mini license plate from 1962. BA7 606 (feb)
Was this his car, or his dad’s?

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I heard mewing all night long. I couldn\’t scurry this small black and white kitten out from an unreachable place. I put out a saucer of milk with some of Norbert\’s catfood.

The next day I watch the thing run under my car. I don\’t see it run out and I look all around under the car, because I don\’t want to kill it driving away.

Assuming I just didn\’t see it\’s ninja-esque exit, i get in the car and do a three point turn around travelling about 15 feet, but finding myself only five feet away from my parking spot, when I hear a distintive meow. I get out, look under the car again since I was near the same spot and not too many places to hide. I chalk it up as a phantom meow and drive about feet still attempting this three point turn. I distinctively hear a meow. As I\’m laying under my car againt the neighbor walking down the street, who has observed my strange three point turn behavior comes to assist. She suggests that it might be a baby crying in the appartment next to us, which has only a screen door. I\’d give any theory credit at this point, since I\’m convinced I\’m going crazy….

Until I pull a black and white kitten out from under my car. He was on the axel.
I kept the cat for a week, just long enough for it to give fleas to my cat and house, and to realize that it was wild, not to me domesticated easily. And then I found 32 dollars.

Visualize John Gerwitz, working at Riverview pharmacy, with a phone in each ear, and talking to a customer. Next see Greg Pitlick, a youth mopping the floor, watching with amusing awe as John unintentionally steps his entire foot into the full mop bucket, steps out, and continues multitasking without a glitch.

“I don’t know if he knows he even did that!” - Greg Pitlick

Dad left me this deed you see… piece of land, of history, of marketing???

http://www.scripophily.net/klonbiginlan.html

Hilarious. He continues to crack me up, even from the grave.

Dad and I went to the grumpiest doctor in St. Louis. He was supposedly the best sports doctor around. He had worked on professional athletes here in St. Louis. There were pictures of Cardinal’s pitchers and some Blues players in the room.
Dad pulls off his sock and I’ll never forget the look on his face as he “discovers” that his middle toenail is painted green. He looks at me and says: “I’m going to tell him that you did it.” “The heck you are,” I wittily reply. “I’ll deny it.” Dad says in his typical way, “Oh Man…. Julie, I’ll get you for this.” “She did it while I was sleeping.”

“Yeah right, Dad.” I retort.

The grumpy doctor walks in, groans that we are both in the room trying to get medical examinations under one bill, does it anyway, staring right at Dad’s painted toenail, with no comment. Dad and I laughed until our stomachs hurt over that one.

and then I found 32 dollars.