Thursday, September 27, 2007
Chick
I'm just back from a visit with my aunt and uncle in my Southern Ohio, Appalachian birthplace: Portsmouth.
Going home means stories of my relatives from at least one hundred years back.
My grandfather was a mean drunk father of 9 who worked in a steel mill all of his life and beat his wife.
How ironic he was called 'Chick.'
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