That first year in the burg, 78'-79', was about acclimating and figuring out how to fit in with my new classmates. I found my rhythm. The year was full of school and community activities. I assumed that David, Ed and I would be sent to spend the summer with grandpa as we had done almost… Continue reading 41. …and Back again
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39. Steve
Harley moved us once more, the seventh time since I had started first grade. This move wasn't far and would be the final move before I graduated. Only 7 miles but it put us in another school district. I had gotten used to being the new kid but it was becoming harder to be accepted… Continue reading 39. Steve