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Bob was working as a gravedigger, a career choice that suggested a refreshing lack of ambition.

Mine is a story of almosts.

I went along because, if nothing else, it was guaranteed to drive my father out of his mind.

Migrant labor, that’s the life for us - said no one, ever.

This was America, a brutal landscape inhabited by hopeless, motor-mouthed simpletons, drifting from a bad place somewhere even worse.

It was her habit to speak for both of us, and I rarely minded as it kept me from having to make any decisions of my own.

Electroshock, brain surgery, hypnotism - I was willing to try anything. Under a doctor’s supervision, I would buckle down and really change, I swore I would.

The Leonard family coat of arms pictured a bottle of scotch and a tumor. [his mom]

Someone might be your blood relative, but it didn’t mean you had to love her. It wasn’t enough to provide your children with a home, a person had to be fun while doing it.

Ya- Ya - He worked, she worked, their child worked; they never expected anything more out of life.