|NOT me, but my talented, plate juggling sister Laurie,
I was born and raised in Southern California, within bicycling and fireworks-watching distance of Disneyland. The summer I was 15-going-on-16, (the oldest of 5 children), my mother became a single parent. It was 1968 and she was barely making ends meet.
I could do that. Since I was still to young to drive and my mother was not available to take me, I instead rode my bike to work. It was about 5 miles or so up busy Harbor Boulevard in Anaheim to the vicinity of Disneyland and the surrounding hotels.
Early each morning I arrived at my job ready to spray, clean, fluff and vacuum.
Won’t you click here to read the rest of the story? I’m over at David Rupert’s place Red Letter Believers.