Like Sands Through The Hourglass…

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It was totally not my fault.

My sweet great aunties bear all the blame.

I was fifteen years old when my parents moved crosstown and I changed high schools. It was just under 2 miles from our new house to the school, so by a distance of about one block I did not qualify for the school bus. A public bus made the rounds though, and picked up everyone in our neighborhood for a small monthly fee.

Getting home was a bit more difficult. The city bus left the high school immediately after school got out at 2PM. So if you wanted to stay for a club or event, you were on your own. The two mile walk wasn’t too bad in good weather, so often I walked.

But there was another alternative. My father’s aunts – the sisters of my grandmother – lived not too far from the high…

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