tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644877205641091430.post2573556275503431782..comments2023-04-29T09:04:30.621-04:00Comments on Greetings from Nowhere: Where is Baxter now?Barbara O'Connorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11772206568826059623noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644877205641091430.post-68937395557348888772009-03-24T19:18:00.000-04:002009-03-24T19:18:00.000-04:00I often have the same questions when I visit antiq...I often have the same questions when I visit antique stores.Lennyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00437152011277318795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644877205641091430.post-46103066700334788202009-03-23T16:50:00.000-04:002009-03-23T16:50:00.000-04:00Barbara, I tell my teenage sons, "Hey, if you don...Barbara, I tell my teenage sons, "Hey, if you don't have a few good bumps and dents, then you're not living."<BR/>So who do we think owned that cup? A cabbie?a brilliant bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00550510689020697020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5644877205641091430.post-38651371430766106742009-03-23T10:41:00.000-04:002009-03-23T10:41:00.000-04:00Obviously, Baster and his family were not sentimen...Obviously, Baster and his family were not sentimental, or the cup wouldn't have been in an antique store. Looks like he was an impatient, thirsty lad who banged his cup on the table a lot. "More milk, Ma!"Janet,https://www.blogger.com/profile/17796999156668844943noreply@blogger.com