Perspective
My Little Man
My son, Josh, was two and a half when Red and I adopted him.
At one time or another during our lives, the town where we lived had a "Main Street U.S.A.," which we frequented, knowing that it was the place to be if you wanted to be a part of the latest happenings.
In 1945 I was living at the Chi Omega Sorority House at the University of Alabama.