Welcome to a Re-Blog-It-Monday … where I re-post some of the stories I told when I had a reader-base of -10.
I wrote this in 40 minutes before work at 5AM – please excuse any offensive uses or misuses of grammar. mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa. That Catholic upbringing was good for something, eh?
We moved out to Tucson, AZ from Long Island (NY) in 1978. My mom was Brooklyn born and raised. My father spent time in Ottawa (that’s in Canada for the geographically challenged) and then most of his life before marriage in Queens, NY.
My brother and I were products of suburbia; raised in a small village called Shoreham on Long Island. Very idyllic, very Erma Bombeck. As a child, I LOVED it. Who doesn’t love playing kickball in the street with Billy Hannigan – and him running as if he was the Bionic Man (making the dadadadadada noise as he rounded every base?). We had block parties, tree houses, snow days, grass, trees, autumn…
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