Window Over The Sink

That’s me. Born in 1950, an unexpected sixth child to parents already in their forties who thought they were done. I grew up on a farm six miles from where I live now. We called the midday meal dinner and the evening one supper. We went to town on Friday nights, when the stores were open till nine, after the milking was done. We grew up with politics being discussed, religion being practiced—or not; it was up to you. You’d get your mouth washed out with soap if you let certai