THE STRUGGLE
We worked our boring jobs during the week and slogged our way through college classes in the evenings, looking forward to the weekend rendezvous.
growing up
MY FIRST DAY AT JANE LONG
As for myself, I was all gussied up in a big ol’ felt cowboy hat with a feathered band, a shiny silver buckle slapped onto a cowhide leather belt with my name stenciled on the back, and brown leather Durango cowboy boots.
THE DEATH OF GRANDDAD
The following is an excerpt from The Memoir. It’s a pivotal moment in the story and stands alone on its own.
PROOF
As soon as I finished the final draft of my memoir, I discovered this invaluable artifact from February 26, 1990.
