The story of when my mom and Grandpa went grocery shopping and his rascal shopping cart went wild!

When you grow up in a small town, there is generally only one Doctor. Something like "Little House On The Prairie" , except he did not take chickens for payment. You had to go to the One Doctor for everything, so it was not good to make an enemy of him. I wish someone had told me that before my Kindergarten check up, things may have gone a little smoother.

I was born in 1962 and lived through the age of bell bottoms, peace signs and long hair. In 1972 I was in third grade and in our small town the hippie culture had finally hit. All I wanted was some bell bottom pants to look cool at school, my mom took it upon herself to make them for me and the rest is history.

When I was a kid growing up in the 60's and 70's the TV series Batman and Robin was a show my brother and I never missed. We would sit on the floor around our 17" black and white TV, frozen like statues watching the fuzzy image as our heroes defeated the bad guys of Gotham City. Man how we wished we could climb a big building effortlessly like they did, or drive a super car like the Bat Mobile. After every show we would start pretending fighting like our heroes did, "BAM", "POW".... it usually ended in one of us getting hurt (most likely me).