Knickerbocker Street

We went from a two bedroom apartment to a three bedroom apartment within the same complex when my brother, Andy came along. Andy was born in French Camp, a suburb of Stockton, California. As us kids got a little older, we would make fun of him for being born in French Camp. I don’t know…

Mom’s home! I move the living room curtain and I look out. I see my dad helping my mom out of the car. There is no baby. I am seven years old and hearing that this baby will not be home for five more days because he has jaundice, stuns me. What? A mother coming…

Moving to Stockton, California first crossed my dad’s mind after his high school graduation from Pueblo High School in Tucson, Arizona, in 1968. He wanted to go to Bible school. So, he got a job to get a car and stuff happened. Stuff like getting married and Vietnam. But in 1975, he made the decision…

The way I remember it is, an announcement was made during my 5th grade class about joining band/orchestra. Those interested, would be excused from regular class when it was time to strike up the band! I gave this some thought, and by the time I got home from school that day, I knew I wanted…

When I was around seven years old, I would sometimes play, Office. I would sit at my dad’s desk which sat in my brothers’ room and pretend I was at work. My job was to answer my pretend phone and give explicit directions to the other person on the line so they could get to…