The Z

A “memoir” is a polished, scholarly book. “Memoirs” is an informal, in-your-face story. This is my memoirs.

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I was born on 30 October 1956, a stroke before midnight at Our Lady of the Lake Hospital in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Mom was watching the clock; she would tell me years later. She didn’t […]
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Mom grew up as the daughter of a university professor, a very attractive debutante indeed (think Bettie Page), and with a posse of admirers. Then World War II broke out. She lost several beaus to […]
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Mom grew up as the daughter of a university professor, a very attractive debutante indeed (think Bettie Page), and with a posse of admirers. Then World War II broke out. She lost several beaus to […]
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The idyllic childhood is fixing to take a hard left turn toward the Dark Side. I suppose that’s what growing up is all about. Puberty. Adolescence. No more sheltered cocoon from the evil outside world. […]
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My roommate Plebe Summer at the Academy, Miguel Beccerell, had spent the previous year at the Naval Academy Preparatory School. Without him, I would have washed out within a week. Sooner. Hours. Minutes, even. I […]