Up until I was age 9 or so we always had various animals around, as a direct result of my dad’s (father #2) other occupation as a professional magician. Doves, for instance, were a staple of the act, as were ducks and the occasional rabbit. Petey? Well, Petey was definitely not scheduled to hit...
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By the time I was 3 years old I was still without the use of the English language. I indicated my preferences with finger pointing and various grunts and groans. “Son, would you like some potatoes?”, and then I’d give some garbled response that, I’m assuming, my mother had learned to decode because then...
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