Gotta Make the Journey Out and In
My father loved the road. And being near great bodies of water. So there was the neighborhood in Maryland, school at Olney Elementary (yet to get into that) and the rhythm of life in the late 1960s....
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I had poison ivy. Tuesday, July 11, 1978, the diary reports Mom took me to the doctor for a prescription to treat welts on my hand, which later spread to my face and lips. Itching all over, I was...
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“The past is a story I tell to forget about the present.” Yeah, yeah, I know. I wrote that the past is nothing I’m particularly fond of. That the beating heart of this blog lies in the questions that...
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