Spring 1969

Ahhh...memories. Nuns cracking their ruler over my knuckles, the milk man whistling while he delivered his milk, cheese and eggs to various neighbors. Of course living in a city and neighborhood where there was a bar on every corner you are bound to see an assortment of drunks and bums. That's when you could get a cold draft of Genesee or Koehler for thirty five cents!
And then there was the girl who's name I can no longer remember. Her backyard butted up to ours in the northwest corner, a short wire fence separating the two yards.
I don't know what I said or what I did but the rock hit me square on the front of my mouth and I sported a chip tooth for years after that. Always remember to keep your mouth shut when being pelted by a rock I would tell my nephews.
And never piss off an eight year old girl who has a decent aim and a helluva an arm!