That which doubles as a family moment, I call Reality...and even, Life. Actually, I recognize so little of those surroundings from being a newly born, five month old American male at the time. However, I dug into that family era of my birth- World War II- and obtained, on occasion, personal remembrances of that time from both my parents- of whom my mother is yet alive. Though, at ninety, she is getting quite senile from drugs she is given at a respite home in her North Dakota home town. Mom…
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