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There were a few people hanging around the high school behind our house, but we were able to coast between the portable buildings unobstructed. (Click title to proceed)
"It's in the den, honey." My mother said, sending me to the far end of our long, dark hallway to get...what, I don't remember. (Click title to proceed)
The year was 1969. It was an era of free love, mass consumerism, cheap housing and plentiful jobs. It was the year after my parents were married. It was the year I was born. (Click title to proceed)