20 Years to Life... A Memoir: The Self-imposed Sentence of An Only Child Born in the Dirty Thirties

I was born on Flag Day, 1935, the same year Social Security was enacted. Consequently, I have always felt a tug of birthday patriotism and as a child I secretly hoped the flags might be flying for my benefit. Growing up with the SS system has been a comfort, as well. I didn't mind contributing to the pot all during my working years and I cretainly appreciate the pay out during retirement.

Graduating from journalism school and working for ten years as a newspaper reporter and magazine editor...