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My father wasn't well.He pretended to be well.He went on with life as usual,being a father,driving eighty miles to work every day,and l...

School.It was nearly becoming an obsession with me.While it was still spring,and the kids kept passing in front of our place on the way to ...

During the spring of 1967, we seemed to be staying home with my father more and more.But at times we still went up the road to the babysitt...

Welcome.As we stand here on the brink of a new year, let me invite you, if you happen to be reading this blog for the first time,to come al...

The Memoirs & Misadventures of Mones: This opinion piece will self combust : So In light of yesterdays events and a few posts and articl...

One of the rites of passage before I could enter school was getting a vaccination for smallpox.I'd never met anyone who had had smallpo...

Even though I'd yet to get into the schoolhouse I was to find out that some of the children in our neighborhood liked a somewhat more r...