Tampa, FL
December 10, 1968
“Oh no!”, exclaimed a disheartened female voice. “You don’t like him either!”
Over my instinctive screams, I could barely hear the words. Thru the haze, I couldn’t exactly make out who said th…
How I Met My Mother
It's nice that we cheer people on their birthday. But the real plaudits belong to someone else. Today we make amends by reproducing my first essay, which honors the person who deserves the praise.
