I was brought up in a very modest family. Neither of my parentsd finished high school-my dad quit and went in the service and my mom quit to marry my dad. Why would anyone's parents let their daughter drop out in the tenth grade to get married if she wasn't pregnant?? What were they thinking??? Well, anyway....... the had kids (obviously)(DUH) moved out of the trailer they lived in and bought a house. Would you believe my mom STILL has the newspaper add that prompted them to look at the house--not to mention the receipt for the downpayment, and EVRY SINGLE receipt for ANYTHING they have ever bought. Who in their right mind does that? My dad says that I will have to deal with it when thery're gone. I mean the entire attic of the house is filled with boxes and boxes of receipts and notebooks chronicalling all the purchases. And people wonder why I'm anal about some things :) (see, I told you I go off on tangents!!) SO..... I was the middle son of 3 boys---you know, the one who gets "lost in the sauce" so to speak--the one who can't get away with anything because his big brother already tried stuff and the parents get smart---the one who can't go anywhere because his brother screwed up--the one who is not as good as the big brother and not as cute as the little brother (sorry, do I seem like I'm whining?...Wheres the chees to go with the whine?)So... I guess i was just about your typical kid growing up in a lower-middle class home in a typical neighborhood in the early 1960's.
Well--enough for now--more later
