One day in the summer of 1942 when dad was in an exceptionally foul mood and had exhibited exceptionally bad temperament he went to sleep on a cot out among the thicket trees (prohibition had ended several years before - use your imagination).
My brother Larry went to live with an aunt on a farm in Tennessee while Gene and I were placed on a bus and sent to live with grandma Dickens in Tennessee. Gene was six and I was ten.
Thus my second decade began as an adopted child in the possession of my grandmother who had adopted Gene and me.
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