1 BEGINNINGS

1 THE EARLY YEARS :
MY FAMILY and friends

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I was five, going on six. Heck, I was old enough, or so I thought, to take care of myself. No need for Grandma James to stand by the window all day checking on me. It was especially irritating to find that she had changed her vantage point from the window to the front porch. She couldn’t fool me. No one likes a porch swing that much. After five minutes or so that old thing wasn’t even comfortable. I had swung on it a time or two myself. It didn’t go nearly high enough. My bravado, however, lasted only as long as everything in my life was fine. Soon as I got into trouble, it was a different story. I couldn’t get to her fast enough and, in any event, I expected that no matter what she was doing at the time, for her to drop everything and to give me her full attention.

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Joe Tom (an Arizona high school photo) on the far left of the bottom row of the class photo above wearing his Sunday go to meeting tie and I were inseparable until he moved to Arizona after first grade. I never quite got over the loss of such a good friend.


1 THE EARLY YEARS : MY CLOSET FRIEND AND ME (High School Photos)

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Danny Goldman

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Tragically, Vic a Marine LT was killed in action in Vietnam

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Although this is not the same game I describe in the book, the photo does depict members of the 101st Airborne Division sent to enforce the segregation of Little Rock Central High School. They probably were cheering on the Tigers as the only people allowed to watch football that year, and as they did when the Trojans from Hot Springs were soundly crushed by Central shortly before or after this photo was taken.