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For the first few years of my life I didn’t get around much. I suppose the fact that I couldn’t walk, talk or feed myself hindered me somewhat, so I didn’t travel much, or I don’t remember it if I did.

As I grew, childhood summers found me in the waaaaay back seat (you know, the one that faced backwards) of a fake wood paneled, school bus sized Pontiac station wagon… CONTINUE READING >>

For the first few years of my life I didn’t get around much. I suppose the fact that I couldn’t walk, talk or feed myself hindered me somewhat, so I didn’t travel much, or I don’t remember it if I did.

As I grew, childhood summers found me in the waaaaay back seat (you know, the one that faced backwards) of a fake wood paneled, school bus sized Pontiac station wagon… CONTINUE READING >>