Chapter Two
My early childhood is a blur of warm memories: President Roosevelt’s reassuring voice coming over our Crosley radio; the old picket fence I convinced my friends to whitewash; tetanus shots; police cars at our next-door neighbor’s house every Saturday night; cockfights; and so many, many more. Probably my fondest recollections come from my tenure as Eddie in “The Courtship of Eddie’s Father.”
Next time: Chapter Three -- I Discover the Beatles.
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