Those Dancing Days Are Gone

My childhood hippie days of the 70’s.

When my Dad died, a neighbor decided I needed a pet to care for. It turns out I did. I named her Sugar.

My first favorite poet

Our first house, after getting our first real jobs. You couldn’t lock the front door, but there were windows in the bathroom. On cold winter nights, I threw them open and made my own “hot tub”.

Naps with my babies.


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