tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379014402011-04-21T16:13:02.065-07:00Mike Seilerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083487379762068360noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37901440.post-1167001010358547002006-12-24T14:56:00.000-08:002006-12-24T14:56:50.363-08:00Yesterday, somebody called, looking for Vickee. I did not ask which Vickee, because they did not sound like they meant well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37901440-116700101035854700?l=worldofvickee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike Seilerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083487379762068360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37901440.post-1165436688535411512006-12-06T12:22:00.000-08:002006-12-06T12:24:48.540-08:00There are some people that leave a permanent impression in our lives, even if we have lost touch with them.<br /><br />My friedn Vickee is one such person. <br /><br />She was a free spirit, and the last I heard, she was in San Diego. <br /><br />Lately, I've been wondering what she's up to now, so I thought I'd make up a story about her.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37901440-116543668853541151?l=worldofvickee.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike Seilerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00083487379762068360noreply@blogger.com0