A Sad Tale
Mt Vernon, New York, 1953. I was three years old and was playing with my pet turtle (the little aquarium kind) in front of our home when along came my mother, in high heels no less, and stepped on poor Mr. Tuttle, perforated the poor little guy, then scolded me for playing on the stoop. Scarred me for life. It went downhill from there. She threw away my baseball cards, too. Now I hang around internet chat rooms. A sad tale.
R.I.P. Dorothy Kaiser McDonald 1926-2002
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