Looking at this barn in the snow yesterday, I was reminded of our Skeleton Club growing up. That room off to the left would have been a great place for our clandestine meetings, instead of our cellar. Did you and your friends have a 'club' back then? Did it have a name? Funny story. Elenka, her sister and the kid next door were charter members of the Tackiacki Club on N. Beverwyck Road. Cripes! They did us one better. They actually had a club song, sung to the tune of Taps. A couple of weeks ago, at her father's service, when the bugler sounded Taps, Elenka smiled deep inside and wanted to gently elbow her sister. No words needed to be exchanged. On this sad day, the memories of childhood brought a smile to her face. "Day is done, Kaputted the Sun, From the balls, the bats and the bars, All is well, Things are swell At the Tackiacki Club" Happy Birthday wishing going out to my brother, Marchin, a charter member of the Skeleton Club of Stevens Avenue..