Bad Angels Stand – Good Angels Can Sit
Have you ever wondered why we turned out the way we did?
Perhaps my strict parochial elementary school education was a major influence in my life and had something to do with it. Nuns, angels, eraser fights and losing a spelling bee title to the “smartest kid ever created” helped make me who I am today.
Or was it something else?
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This story is a journey into the past. It is a nostalgic recollection of two days in the life of a ten year old boy (who happens to be me), growing up in New York City as seen through my eyes.
Join me as I go back to a time of innocence and learn some very important lessons the hard way.
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Nostalgia is usually depicted in black and white, but what if a wonderful early childhood memory is in vivid color?
This is a story of me as a nine year old as I attended my first baseball game with my father. The events and images are what I saw and how I remembered them.
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