Bighorn and Stink Bugs

Is it a weakness: a desperate attempt to return to simpler times, the womb even; or is it a strength: a re-injection of the events and places which made me who I am today? Still, isn’t it interesting to realize that over 75 years of lifetime experience is typically represented by a handful of memories. Some good. Some you might want to forget.

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Books for the Well-Read Ancient Toddler

When I first went to school I rocked a Big Chief tablet with light-blue lines spaced an inch or two apart and a thick green pencil with an indestructible lead. Home was plywood housing designed for migrant tomato pickers that originally housed the onslaught of temporary workers the war industry demanded and now functioned as married students’ housing for the local State College. We didn’t have a car; we didn’t have a television; we didn’t have a bathtub; but we had a radio and we had a library card.

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