Born On A Mountaintop

This book is a reminisce a personal history of events long past sweetened by time recalled with longing factual but not accurate. The events I have chosen to write about essentially happened though not in the idealized manner I have recorded them. It is the issues the perplexing questions and contradictions I encountered growing up which I have attempted to relate most accurately. Myths Good and Evil customs traditions facts and fables along with not so Little White Lies were a minefield I had to traverse through my childhood. Not all of these fictions were harmful but many were and I still puzzle over their purpose. My companions on this journey as portrayed in these stories are for the most part amalgams of my childhood companions. I have chosen to respect their privacy and not inflict my uncertainties and issues onto their journey of growth. Lowell Massachusetts remains constant in my memory a field of clover with considerable puddles of mud and patches of hemlock around the edges. On those occasions when I can remain still I can recall her rattling city buses red brick mills lining the Merrimack River her green well tended parks and corner taverns alongside corner churches. The rest is silence. Mostly.