Chapter 9: Crazy Flumo Shakes My Hand… and Ankles

A new day did manage to happen, as they always do. Jo Ann and I promised to make it a good one. Her job was to mount a ferocious counter offensive on the bug-a-bugs and cockroaches. Sam was coming early with a broom. My job was to walk the quarter mile to town, buy five […]

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Chapter 7: Armies of the Night

Bob and Gerry Branch, friends from training in San Francisco, generously agreed to host our stay in Monrovia. They lived in a second floor apartment that overlooked a busy Monrovia street. It provided a birds-eye view of life in the city. Monrovia was bursting at the seams with young people escaping from rural areas. The […]

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