Someday You’ll Understand
Feb 01, 2022
2 minutes
By John Scanlan
It was late autumn of 1964.
I was 5 years old, the eldest of four boys—John, Jerry, Joe and Jeff. We were living in a house that Dad had built with his bare hands. Located near Groveport, Ohio, our home was on Hayes Road, along with the homes of two of Dad’s brothers and Grandpa.
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