Stuff

By Bob Brackin

Stuff contains the autobiographical “A Very Short Trip Through the ‘60s;” “Songbook,” a collection of nine lyrics; and the short essay “My Baseball Strategy.”

It is Bob Brackin’s 7th published book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 12, 2010
• ISBN: 9781425970598

Bob Brackin

Bob Brackin lives in Orlando, Florida. He’s a 1975 graduate of the University of Central Florida, with a B.A. degree in English.

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Published by AuthorHouse   09/29/2020

ISBN: 978-1-4259-7057-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4259-7059-8 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2006910779

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Contents

A Very Short Trip Through the ‘60s

Songbook 2005

My Baseball Strategy

About the Author

Also by Bob Brackin:

Anthology – A Collection of Three Short Books

Odds and Ends

Another Book

Winter Poems

Paperback

Toofer

A

Very Short Trip Through the ‘60s

My earliest recollection was standing outside the Blue Lagoon Motel at night with my older brother and sister. My father was in the Navy and had been transferred to Key West from Lexington Park, Maryland. We had arrived in Key West and checked into the Blue Lagoon Motel.

Outside the motel there was literally a canal, and we stood by the canal, taking in our new surroundings.

My next recollection was getting out of the family car on the first morning at my new school. I stood on the sidewalk, looking at the kids in the yard, in front of the two-story stone schoolhouse. One kid was chasing another and speaking a language other than English. I’d never heard that before.

My next recollection was my next school called Poinciana Elementary. The teacher’s name was Bat Masterson, we were fifth graders, and we called him Mat Bastardson, to ourselves of course.

He was an old guy, and I was told, received a special exemption to teach one more year, and us kids, as usual, were kind of cruel. He’d arrange the seating, and we’d, over time, shift our desks, so the select group of guys were at the back of the class, together. I’m told he