In the Gravel Driveways of My Youth

We moved to a new street when I was two. That was nearly 33 years ago. I have no recollection of this event, but it would shape the following 12 years of my life, through toddlerhood, elementary school, and junior high. We moved to a house in the middle of a crescent. Jeff lived next door. He was a year older, and as the story goes, he presented himself at the door of my house, wanting only two bits of information from my parents: Did they have any kids, and did they have any toys? Read more