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Footnote: May 13-15, 1977
Sleeveless shirt; painters'
jeans; flipflops (mostly in hand):
home from college this
weekend---nothing had changed; my
parents' disappointed stares.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
Sleeveless shirt; painters'
jeans; flipflops (mostly in hand):
home from college this
weekend---nothing had changed; my
parents' disappointed stares.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
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the look you refer to because I got it home from school, home from my life. I wish I had made their lives easier (in retrospect) but success takes time and impatience was a virtue in the 20's I guess. :D
Thank you. After decades of
Thank you. After decades of those looks, I finally reconciled with my father in the summer of 2007, five months after I nearly died of cardiac problems (but the Lord intervened), and four months before he died. My mother, who passed in early 2013, never fully allowed me to reconcile with her. My parents had come up through the depression and WWII, and every success they had achieved was, so they believed, due to their precise planning and force of will. They adopted me, and soon learned---by the time I was three--that precise planning and force of will did not work on a youngster in the way they had hoped. After that, it went downhill fast.
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