The person I really feel for is my sister, Katie. She never knew my dad. I try to tell her what I can, but I feel bad knowing that she won't ever have the memories of him.
Carmen Marson was one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen. She was my girlfriend in the spring of 1971. It broke my heart when my mom, sister, and me left Ottawa to move to Toronto. My mom's family lived there. She wanted to be near them, so it was there we went. I wonder if Carmen remembers me. I sure remember her.
"The Service", which is a way of saying the navy, army, air force, etc., gave my mom a ton of money when my dad died. In 1971, it was pretty substantial. She wanted to buy a house in the Toronto area. I think she got some bad advice, because she decided not to buy, but rent a townhouse in Agincourt. In 1971, she could have bought 2 houses, and had some money left over. The townhouses were where I spent some of my most formative years. I went through a lot there, and learned a lot there.
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