by Greg Scott | Feb 29, 2020 | Memoir
Inez Elementary School, Albuquerque, New Mexico, from Google Maps in 2020 – a long time after 1966. This looks like the school where I started fourth grade. If so, then Mom and I lived in one of the houses to the right of the green field. Google Street View...
by Greg Scott | Jan 29, 2019 | Memoir
I was eleven years old when I got my first newspaper route. That experience taught me lessons I’ll carry to my grave. The minimum age for paperboys was twelve, but I figured I could say I was twelve because the Arizona Republic wanted paperboys, I wanted to...
by Greg Scott | Dec 21, 2018 | Memoir
As my mom, my fiancé, Tina, and I approached the Mai Tai restaurant in Excelsior, Minnesota, Mom said, “Let me do the talking.” It was spring, 1978 and Mom’s fiftieth birthday was a couple months away. She looked like an aging Hollywood diva. A maître d behind a...
by Greg Scott | Oct 5, 2018 | Memoir
When Doug Bean brought me a pretzel snack pack, I was suspicious of that first pretzel stick. Grownups always wanted me to try some new food and I almost always regretted it. But Doug promised—just try one, and if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have to eat any more. And...
by Greg Scott | Aug 19, 2018 | Memoir
Year 41 starts Sunday evening, August 19, 2018. To my wife, Tina – happy 40th wedding anniversary and thanks for staying married to me all these years. I remember these two young people from 1976. We were in my college dorm room in this picture. This had...
by Greg Scott | Nov 8, 2017 | Memoir
It was the summer between fourth and fifth grade, in Phoenix, Arizona. By the time fourth grade ended, I was on my tenth school, including kindergarten. Four in the fourth grade alone. Fifth grade would be the first time I started a new school year in the same school...
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