I don’t know what was more fun growing up an Army brat—going to the Post Exchange to make out my Christmas toy wish list or going by myself with Mom each fall to buy the new winter coat. As much as I loved the PX toy department, the annual shopping trip downtown by bus, in whatever city we lived, will remain the
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Bargain Hunting
Left: My former bedroom, one of Mom's nine closets in her Louisiana home. Dad has 1/2 of a closet, for which he had to fight and continues to maintain a vigilant watch.
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