It’s interesting what you can remember from the past. But I remember waking up on the third of November, 1957 and my Aunt Jean, my father’s sister who lived down the street in the house where my father was born was in our house making me breakfast. Nobody else was there. They were all at the hospital on Livernois Ave., in Detroit. My mother was giving birth to my brother Mark. Today he’s 69. Ultimately he attended all of the same schools that I did, Newberry, Clippert, Cass Tech and finally Wayne State University. Now he even lives in Ann Arbor.
That’s all for today, just a memory a week before shoulder surgery.
That is some memory, Im glad your brother lives close by. I hope you do very well with the surgery, and you’ll be doing physical therapy in no time!
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