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“The Eye Chart and Boston Creme Pie”
I was staring at it wondering if I could get it without enduring what Mother had waiting for me. The Beginning of this Ending started in a Doctor’s office. Mother was telling the Doctor that the...
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“The Preface”
Not sure how I got myself into this spot. All I wanted to do at this stage of my life was to enjoy my remaining days with my memories. Of course there are some memories best forgotten. But if...
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“The Seed”
I was flying in a B-36 on a routine mission over New Jersey when we rendezvoused with two other B-36′s. It was really something to see all three of these big “birds” circling the LakeHurst Naval Air...
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“The Seedlings”
The place is Scotch Plains New Jersey where I find “The Seedlings” of my earliest memories. My sister and a really big house. Funny how you try so hard to recall early events only to discover that...
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“Meet me at the Eagle”
This was to be the third Chapter of my Book, however today it is a couple of weeks before Christmas so I thought I’d work in some Christmas memories that are not necessarily in the Biographical order...
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“Cocoon”
As I laid there, metaphorically speaking, staring at the inside of the Cocoon where I had placed myself last December just before Christmas, with recurring thoughts of “get your butt in gear Old Boy...
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It’s 5 O’Clock
It’s getting close to 5 o’clock and the Postman hasn’t arrived. Getting worried, my favorite Radio show is about to start and I’m not prepared. Before Television invaded the Family there was...
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OTC and Horseradish
It’s late on a Friday evening and a small group of Tradesmen were in a local Pub for their weekly meeting. They call themselves “The Leather Apron Club” later to be Nicknamed “The Junto”. Ben is...
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” The Mother Lode”
It was a small bag probably three inches wide and six or seven inches long with a pull string sowed in the top. Made of sturdy cotton or muslin which allowed it to slip into your pocket. I preferred...
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“Who are You? Who Who, Who Who”
The Title above is in the Chorus of a Seventies song by the “Who” if written in the fall of 1940, I would be singing it as I was being held upside down by my ankles. There I was dangling head down...
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