By the time I was two; I could recite my name, address and phone number, but as my baby teeth loosened, my pronunciation suffered. Thatford Avenue became Fat Foot Avenue. In my extended family, there was no shortage of relatives who’d laugh out loud at my answer. I didn’t mind, even then I liked being the center of attention.
I lived with my parents, a series of stray dogs, Jingles our parakeet and ...Read More