I was looking through an old book the other day, and stuck inside was this, a picture of me and Dennis Fitzgibbon, taken in 1974, at the Rettenmaier trailer north of Burlington, Iowa, when I was seventeen:
It is hard for me to comprehend that I was only 3 years older in this picture than my oldest son is now. He’s just a kid, and I was so mature and grown up. At least it seemed that way.
I’m going to end this post before I start lapsing into Rettenmaier trailer stories, of which there are a few, not all of them necessarily flattering.
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