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As a small child I used to run to the Television set on I think it was Tuesday nights (hard to remember after all these years) and sit quietly as my family and I watched the Courtship Of Eddie s Father.

 

I always thought quietly to myself how cool it would be. A single dad raising a smart kid and secretly wished for just that life. Little did I know that on that cold early morning in February 1991 a chain of events was happening that would forever change the life of me and a little eight-year-old boy who over these many years I have grown to love more each day. I am ever so proud to call this child my son.

 

I love him more than life itself. This story is for you, my son. So that you realize how brave you have been and how proud I am that you have overcome so much. As we continue our journey thru life together.

 

And so, our story begins……… Dad

THE GROOVIEST DECADE

The Neighborhood Gang A tale of fourteen kids from a small costal blue-collar town in Massachusetts called Weymouth growing up in the 70’s. There were no movie stars in this gang or slick funny scripts for our day-to-day life in the neighborhood. However, there was friendship, drinking, drugs music, love in short real life of a group of kids that choose such a special brand of friendship.

 

Nowhere were the seventies more real than a small costal town in Massachusetts called Weymouth. To this day I will tell people the seventies were born in this town and set the stage for future generations to come.

 

Our style, passion for drugs, music, and living out on the edge of the universe will never be matched.

 

And remember what Frank Zappa told us all “Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow.”

And so, our story begins……… trace

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Beep, Beep, Beep, “Hmm, so much pain around me I can feel so much pain and, yet I am seeing happiness in front of me. Hi babe, I knew you would come get me. I have just had the best last day of anyone who has ever lived.”

Beeee………. Smiling a bit, the Librarian closes the book of a life and slowly places the book amongst the endless rows of books of life’s.

The Librarian ~ A collection of stories of life, of people we have loved and cherished.

And so, our stories begins……… L.B. Stotch