Stanley M. Siegel

...because if you don't write it down, it will be lost forever.

                      

Penrod climbed upon a barrel, stood on tiptoe,
grasped the rim of the box; then, using a knot-hole
as a stirrup, threw one leg over the top, drew himself
up, and dropped within.

 Standing upon the packed sawdust, he was just tall enough to see over the top.

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Why Penrod? All I can remember -- about books from my childhood -- is that Booth Tarkington's "Penrod" series were books that I read over and over again.

I don't really remember the stories, don't remember if Penrod was a childhood idol.

I do remember, however, that I liked the books and they, along with another "magic orange filter" book which I received when I had the measles, are high on my lis of rememberances.

Go figure!

 

 

 

At work...

Where to begin, oh, where to begin?

I do remember what might have been my first "job" when I was still in Public School, as a clerk in a local pharmacy. Restocking shelves, that's it, that's all. I do remember, too, that on some Saturdays I worked as an usher at our local movie theater -- the Marlboro (got to see the movies free of charge -- that might have been my salary, I'm not sure).

After the Army, which was after college, which was after High School, etc. etc. etc. (to be filled in later)

And then (to be filled in later).

And then (to be filled in later).

And then (to be filled in later).

And now? CLICK HERE

 

 

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