What? No Training Wheels?
Happy birthday tooo yooou!
In the summer of 1965, I was the oldest of four boys living in rural southern Ohio.
On Aug. 8, I turned 6 years old.
Happy birthday tooo yooou!
We lived on Main St. in Stoutsville, a tiny village 30 miles south of Columbus.
Happy birthday, dear Jaaah-aaahn!
My hometown had no stoplight, but it did have an IGA grocery store, one restaurant and a bank downtown where the railroad tracks crossed Main Street.
Happy birthday tooo yooou!
As the closing notes rolled across the kitchen table, Dad brought in a huge
