Did I ever tell you I was born in Germany? My dad was in the service, stationed in a place called Neubrücke. I was born there, in the Army hospital, back in 1964. I don’t have any memory of having lived in Germany. At least, I don’t have any conscious memory of having lived there. I moved to the …
Tearing Down Walls
When I was two years old, my family moved to a new town in New Jersey. My parents opened up the Yellow Pages in search of a church to attend and decided on the Baptist church. I imagine they dressed me in my Sunday best, including patent-leather shoes and white tights or ankle socks, backed the car …