As I recalled, Mom introduced me to her friends around town as her “baby,” far from amusing to a teenaged boy. A pang of sorrow hit me as I recalled how disrespectful and disobedient I had been at times. Despite my misbehavior, Mom kept me covered with clean clothes and full of good food while I attended school and worked as flunky for two grocery stores. I accumulated a shameful list of swear words from both grocery store managers. During summer vacations, I worked on farms driving teams of horses, pitching hay, mowing lawns, whatever jobs I could find.
One of the grocery store managers, a bulky six-feet-plus, sounded like a Sunday school teacher as he chatted with customers who asked to leave their purchases in the store after closing so they could finish their shopping in town.
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