The Second, Second Best Blog

The first days and weeks that followed Mom’s death in the summer of ’60 have faded away to just a few wispy tendrils. I can’t remember who made us breakfast or tucked us in at night, or the hundreds of other tasks involved in managing five boys from 9 to 2. There were groups and [...]

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“Wait a minute Dad”, I said to my father as he began a left turn into the Eldorado Ranch driveway off of US 395, less than a mile west of Standish, California. He was driving the family station wagon, a 1956 Ford Country Squire, with all seven of us aboard. He had been stopped, waiting [...]

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