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A Little Nonsense now 'n then Is Relished By the Wisest Men

Perhaps a dash of truth
In the mix

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Running away from home

At 7 or 8 I must have had a disagreement with my mother because I packed
a few things and made it as far as my backyard. I lay under a disguise of
some sort and hear my mother in a loud voice: I wonder where he IS?
After a while I responded, we made amends and I was back home.
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Perhaps this was a break from my calling and conducting family meetings.
I'm sure I got the idea from my Playmate magazine. I must have had a
subscription gifted to me perhaps by our neighbor, Dorothy. It was my
favorite. I read every page. It inspired me to start a Help the Needy Club
at my elementary school. At a meeting we decided to leave some items
anonymously in the desk of Charlene, the poorest girl in the class. After
just a couple of meetings I remember standing and saying "I resign"
because my peers were talkative and unbusiness-like.

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