1980 thru 1984

I was born on February 24th, 1980 in a small yellow house on Latah Ave. in the "bench" area of southeast Boise. There I spent the first years of my life, the vast majority of which, of course, I have no memory of. I do have several memories from that period however, dusty and faint though they may be.

I remember my day care provider "Grandma Maxine" who lived kitty-corner to us on Latah. I can vaguely recall the names and faces of some of my contemporaries at Grandma Maxines; I believe there was one kid named Augie, for instance. Likely the memories I do have of the later stages of what must have been a two or three year stint Grammy Max's. This seems to jibe with the fact that some of the more vivid memories I have of the place include Meghan.

Meghan was born on January 19th, 1980 one month and five days prior to my third birthday. The birth took place on the same stage where I made my worldly debut, the little yellow house on Latah. I have some especially fuzzy memories of this event, I believe I was sent over to Grammy's house during the procedure. Soon thereafter, some of the finest photographs ever taken would be shot of my precious little sister. Perhaps some day I will share them with you.

I remember one evening Dad came home and announced that he, my mom and I would be going out for Ice Cream. But someone else was going to be coming with us, he said. Who? Who's coming with us? He pulled something from behind his back, revealing who our fourth companion would be....Skelator! That was quite exciting. I still wonder now what the occasion was. At first when I thought about it, I wondered if this was Dad's way of making amends for a fatherly transgression; maybe he had gone out binging several nights in a row and was looking to save face.

Upon further reflection, I came to the conclusion that most likely it was a concerted effort to show affection and attention to a youngster at a time when most of the attention is being consumed by a little squirt wrapped in a blanket. It was said that I, in a desperate attempt to get someone to pay me some mind, announced to my mom that I had to go to the bathroom and then marched up to her and forced her to witness her already potty-trained son soil himself and the living room carpet.

Well, that's all I got for now. But stay tuned. I've got years of memories to jot down for this assignment I am working on.

Peace,
Pleas