Tiger Tales

It was the summer of ’72. I lived in Washington, Illinois. Three semesters and two summer schools stood between me and college graduation. I worked nights at the local Kroger store, making enough money to buy the groceries that I stocked on the shelves. My wife of eight months worked at a daycare, honing the skills that would serve her well later as a parent, but earning little more than the high school kids flipping burgers at the local fast-food restaurant. We owned two old cars that we kept running well enough