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B.I.N.G.O. and the Old Gray Goose was Dead.

My Great Great Grandfather left Hanover Germany in 1850 to escape the Prussian Revolution and ended up dying in 1864 on the side of Sherman. And his son was raised without him, my great grandfather and his daughter, my grandfather’s sister, my Great Aunt was living in Burbank when my father got his start as a Military Contractor after his military service, and they saw how high his IQ was.

And we had a Milk table that would come down the halls at lunch for a little change for our sack lunches and my teacher would hit me with her ruler for falling asleep. My mother said it was the Sudafed from my allergies. Where did I have to go? Who could I turn to? One day I asked myself in the future, where to go. And I heard myself respond that he knew I had gone to my Great Aunts in LA. This wasn’t how I wanted to tell the story just all out there at the beginning. I wanted the camaraderie with my father growing up around his company. I had both. That was the first time I ran away. It was a big deal. They did not know that I had left on my own. But my Aunt called them. It was just a little ride on a single Bus or two to LA following a family onto the bus.