Old photos and procrastination

  I’ve lost track of how long ago I asked my sister whether she remembered a particular photo of me and a childhood friend.  I could figure it out if I wanted to increase the guilt I feel for procrastinating on my promise to do something with our rag tag collection of family photos, but…

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It was the very best of times

  At some point during my second grade year, my stepfather, a sonar technician in the Navy, received orders that he’d been transferred to the USS Holland, a new submarine tender headed for Rota, Spain.  We were living in Charleston, SC at the time and although my memory is a bit fuzzy, it stands out…

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