When 1976 rolled around, Gerald Ford was president, the United States turned the ripe old age of 200 and my parents welcomed a bouncing baby boy. I wasn’t around for the official USA birthday party that year, but I showed up three weeks later.  It was a Monday evening, and I came screaming into the [...]

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I mentioned in my last post that this was not about feeding my ego.  It’s about the fact the older I get, the more memories I struggle to contain.  Isn’t that what happens when we get older? I got the idea to do this from David Dollar.  I’ve never met him, but we grew up [...]

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