Sunday, September 22, 2019
Before the tender age of three I had gotten lost twice, according to my mother. The first time was in a soybean field behind our house when I was two. The second time I took my little red wagon and my dog, Tuffy (above) with me. I don't know how long I was gone or how far I got, but the police found me plodding along down the sidewalk. I don't know why my mother says I was lost. I knew exactly where I was going!