Month: September 2020

My sister Debby and her husband Russell celebrated their 50th anniversary a few days ago. Initially, I was going to attend the celebration, but the 2020 pandemic changed that. Their son (my nephew) asked family members to submit stories about his parents that he could read at the party. This was my submission.
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I don’t drink alcohol very often. Most of it tastes terrible to me. When I was of grammar school age, a relative left an almost empty bottle of whiskey at our house. My siblings and I wanted to taste those last few drops. Instead, our mother removed the bottle top and allowed us to smell the whiskey, which we all hated. We didn’t want to taste it then. Continue reading “Drinking”

When I enrolled at Auburn University in the fall of 1972, I signed up for 21 hours of classes. In retrospect, that seems like too many classes, but I was confident. I’d made a 28 on the ACT, which was good, not great, for the time. I skipped college algebra and enrolled in MH161, aka Freshman Calculus I.
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