MY FONDEST MEMORIES

I musta cried a lot the first time I fell off my bike,
so my grandmother had to pick me up and hold me.

Washington D.C. where I was born at Walter Reed Hospital. My memory of the event is a bit hazy, but I have been reassured that it really happened. I was joined by a sister a couple years later, and a brother a couple more years after that.

North Platte, Nebraska where I lived for a year or two in a large extended family household. I remember how much fun it was to pull on the tablecloth, especially when it resulted in that wonderful musical sound of chinaware crashing onto the floor. The grownups of the household enjoyed it, too. At least they seemed pretty excited.

Grand Island, Nebraska where I attended various public schools depending on where we moved to and how they sliced up the school districts. In addition to schoolbook learning, I also learned a few useful life lessons, such as how launching large dirt-filled paper airplanes off the roof of the house causes neighbors with new laundry hung out onto their clotheslines to rant and rave and utter fearsome oaths, and how it is Very Bad Karma to run rapidly away from the scene of a broken street light when you've got a slingshot hanging out of your back pocket.

Boone, Nebraska, a thriving metropolis of 25 people where I lived for a year and attended a one-room country school. I don't understand why I can't seem to find a web site for such an important cosmopolitan center of world commerce.

Lincoln, Nebraska where I attended Lincoln Southeast High School. Our school symbol was the Knights, so that's why I call myself the Errant Knight or Erroneous Knight or some other people call me lotsa other stuff, too, but let's not go into that. I wasn't a very good student, but at least I graduated in 1961.

Crete, Nebraska where I attended Doane College and somehow managed to graduate Magna Cum Laude in 1965 in spite of all the trouble I kept getting into.

Lawrence, Kansas where I spent one summer at the University of Kansas participating in a National Science Foundation project in cryogenics. Oh by the way, if you think Kansas doesn't have enough hills for you, visit Lawrence and think again. Hey, it's a Real Man's bike riding town!

Manhattan, Kansas where I did two years of graduate school at Kansas State University. Sorry, folks, I've got no degree to show for it, but it was fun.