Growing Up A Maniac

I was introduced a little after eight o”clock on the morning of the twenty-seventh. Mrs Robinson was in the bed next to my mom. She lived in Warren also and had a little girl. That little girl and I would become good friends later in life. My dad saw this event as a cause to celebrate. I think the method of celebration included a great deal of “Old Crow”. The “Old Crow” would become , or perhaps, had become a family enemy. My older sister who was almost eight at the time was staying with friends. I think prohibition was over by then but it didn’t matter much. Everyone I ever got to meet always had plenty to drink. My mother wasn’t very pleased when she heard about my dad. Everyone knew what was going on in Warren and there weren’t any secrets. It seems she was always trying to keep him sober so that he would show up at the mill for work. No one earned much in those days, and we needed all the money we could get our hands on just to live day to day. And so it was! I came into the world that hot July morning. What follows is my story.