As I said in the forward to my first book, the 55% in my final High School English Course did not bode well as far as a career in literature was concerned. Consequently, for the next 50 years or so, I avoided writing as I pursued a career involving numbers rather than words. And that worked out pretty well until one day, around the age of 70, I decided to try writing a little story about my life growing up in a small town. Because I had an easy way to check spelling which had always been a pain in the butt for me the process was way easier than I thought. And once I got a taste for it, I couldn't stop. The first book had 50 stories and this one has 50 more with more stored away in this fancy typewriter called a computer.
Once again, these stories are not in any logical order .... just randomly placed as I went along. Also the events may or may not have happened in precisely the way I describe them but I wrote exactly what I remember.