the birthday boy.
Posted by Lassiter in Uncategorized at 12:05 pm |
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So how old am I?
Steam locomotives, segregated schools, circuses under a big tent, organ grinders, burlesque theaters, horse drawn milk wagons - all of these things existed on the day I was born, and I’ve seen all of them.
I grew up placing phone calls by telling the operator the number I wanted to reach. There […]
