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About Me

At least from my perspective...

I know one’s memory is often better, worse, or… just a little different from what might have been. Well anyway, I will attempt to do my best at explaining my life. I grew up for the first 12 years of my life in Fort Bragg, California. Fort Bragg at the time was a blue-collar haven known primarily for its fishing and logging industry. With the Pacific Ocean so close, the town had a feel that I can only describe as “artsy,” to a lesser degree than its nearby neighbor, Mendocino. My clearest memories are of a house on Branden Way that paralleled the train tracks that carried the Sunk and freight train multiple times a day. The neighborhood was traditional, large shade trees of all types, and endless houses in typical block formations that allowed for a boy in the early 1980s to ride a bike where ever one desired.

The benefit of the city block housing arrangement is one can walk a short distance to find childhood friends to play with… and I did. Birthday in the early 80s Jason Silva (not in the photo but at the party), a slightly shorter boy for his age, lived about two blocks from my house so we spent a substantial amount of time playing after school. Aaron Bassler (the boy in the far right on the photo in red), was about one block away from Jason and about a stone’s throw from where we would get the school bus. Also, Tommy (the blond-haired boy in the blue shirt on the very left of the photo) and Isabel (the girl in white on the bench next to me in the middle) Smith lived about one block over on the way to Jason’s house. At the time I did not know it but, my pre-12 years were very similar to the nature of the Stand by Me movie. Our days were made up if we were not at school of course, of taking off on an adventure and not coming home until the street lights came on. This meant we had enough time to explore the local cemetery, go to the beach, or see how far we could walk into the forest following the train tracks.

In today’s world, one would not let their kids take off and not know where they are for hours when they are eight years old, but it was a different time. While people still did bad things to kids, we did not have the 24-hour media to remind of children missing in distant towns like Wichita or Minot. In the area of academics, I remember drifting through the grades with one exception, Science. I think I did well in science because I always liked taking apart anything I could get my hands, which would not lead to being in trouble. This natural curiosity, with my dad’s old erector set, and both discarded and purchased electrical components and I could keep me occupied for hours. To be continued…

Elementary Statistics

(Stat-7) Spring 2018

DS-23 (28963)

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