I don't remember my mother. I don't remember my early childhood, and I have almost no memories prior to 4th grade. On November 30, 1962, shortly after my 7th birthday, a multi-car collision was triggered by a jackknifed army truck
on the road between the Officer's Club at Patrick Air Force Base and our home in Satellite Beach, FL. My parents had gone out for the evening and were driving home with my sister and I asleep in the back seat. The course of our lives was changed forever that night, though it is impossible now to know if that change was for good or ill.
