The old saying “The road to hell is paved with good intentions” doesn’t work here.
Maybe the road to Petaluma…
Born in a hotel room in Idaho City
Birth certificate was later issued in Boise
The folks were on he road moving from Minnesota to Idaho and just didn’t quite make it to a city with a hospital.
That would explain my poor manners and overall cantankerous nature.
The old man had a habit of inserting mom into some, any community and the go and find work elsewhere.
This was one of those times.
War years...
My first memory is me sitting in a hole in a dirt front yard in Nampa Idaho.
I was two
Ma had left me off with my godparents for a few months.
The Browns
What's to say they got roped in
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