When No One Was Looking

I don’t remember June 9th, 1961 nor do I remember being born. This fact surprises me.

I have such vivid memories of my first few years when we lived on John Street. It makes me wonder what causes children to be so aware of them selves at such a young age. One day we were driving along in the car when my son, Joel, who was only 4 at the time, declared to the family,