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From my first story “Signs of Spring” to my last one “And Then There’s Gus,” I tried to convey my sentiments. I’ve always written down my thoughts, whether I was the judge from the bleachers at a Drum and Bugle competition, or while I was traveling. Pen in hand, I put on paper what some people commit to memory. Even with snapshots of my experiences, I added my descriptions to memorialize them. Snapshots of family and friends, flowers, performances, or places I’ve been—that has been my work in progress. What better way to remember my experiences than to have these memory-boosters.The title of my book lends itself to the sentiments and resentments we all experience. Whether they are personal, political, or moral, they make up our personality. Some of us treat the hurts like Teflon; some of us hang onto them. So, I, sometimes with humor, and, sometimes with plain truth as I see it, relate my personal experiences. I hope you can relate to and appreciate my sentiments.
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From my first story “Signs of Spring” to my last one “And Then There’s Gus,” I tried to convey my sentiments. I’ve always written down my thoughts, whether I was the judge from the bleachers at a Drum and Bugle competition, or while I was traveling. Pen in hand, I put on paper what some people commit to memory. Even with snapshots of my experiences, I added my descriptions to memorialize them. Snapshots of family and friends, flowers, performances, or places I’ve been—that has been my work in progress. What better way to remember my experiences than to have these memory-boosters. The title of my book lends itself to the sentiments and resentments we all experience. Whether they are personal, political, or moral, they make up our personality. Some of us treat the hurts like Teflon; some of us hang onto them. So, I, sometimes with humor, and, sometimes with plain truth as I see it, relate my personal experiences. I hope you can relate to and appreciate my sentiments.
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