A Boy and His Dog
Here's the opening paragraph to
my latest reminiscence about growing up in West Philly in the
1950s:
Until I was three, we lived with my fathers parents at 10th and
Baimbridge. My grandfather had been a doctor in South Philadelphia for more than
three decades. Patients paid him in cash or backyard produce or homemade wine.
He was also, I learned much later, a drinker, a philanderer, abusive to his wife
and children and dogs. But I was his first grandchild, and had favored nation
status.
For more, free of charge to Red Room readers --
well, to everybody and their uncle, to be exact, click on:
http://www.broadstreetreview.com/index.php/main/article/puddles_a_philadelphia_memoir_c_1950
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