“The Life and Times of the Pool Hall Kid”
My first memory was painful I can’t remember much about my first couple of years, but I remember a couple of things when I was three…one was the horror of getting a fish bone in my throat. That happening, I think, causes me to remember the old shack where Mom and Dad and I were living near the little community of Yukon, Missouri, which was not even on the map then.
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