I was born in southern Arkansas. At least that is what I have always been told. But since I grew up with a lie, how am I supposed to believe even that. I have had the spot, up around Burton's Mill (gone, gone, gone) pointed out to me that was where I was born. It is possible that is the spot, especially if the person who I believe is my real mother really is. Yep. I was adopted. The town I grew up in, Taylor, Arkansas, was small, very small. I think in those days when I was going to school (in the fifties) the population was around six hundred. You cannot keep a secret in a small town. Impossible. I take that back, you can keep secrets, but not all of them. The secret that small town couldn't keep was the fact that I was adopted. I heard whispers early on in my life, like around six or seven. I was bluntly asked one day when I was a teenager about being adopted. The secret that small town did keep was the identity of my mother. To the day I do not know. My adopted mother should never have been able to have children. And she couldn't, or my father couldn't, that's why I was adopted I guess. There would be three more boys adopted after I turned sixteen. I'm not going to go off on my mother (the adopted one) here because I wrote a book about her and a lot of other things called Misdemeanors & Felonies: A Memoir. I'm not going to go off on her, but out of the four boys she raised all four found themselves in prison at one time or another.A lot of things happened to me after I finally confronted my adopted parents with what I had heard. I was around sixteen at the time and on the rebel-with-a-cause-road that I would travel for many, many years. I was drunk. They told me that my mother was killed in a car wreck on her way to California. Convenient, huh? Well, like I said earlier, I won't go into details about any of this, except to say from that night on I seemed bound and determined to subject myself to every hardship there was out there in that wild wilderness of America's cities and highways to subject myself to. I searched for decades for what I already had, but my mind was much to warped because of a lot of things that I wasn't able to see it.
Somehow during those crazy years I found myself in prison. I also picked up a pretty good trade as a Linotype operator, which was great for someone like me. It meant I could travel the highways and byways of this once great country and almost be assured of finding a job which paid pretty damn good. I never stayed long in any place, job or town, however. The wanderlust was dominating my psyche and I followed it willingly. Also during these days of complete abandonment of sense and morals (a lot of my wandering took place during the sixties and seventies) I managed to marry twice. I fathered two children, Paula, by my first wife and Patricia and Nick by my second one. I was no better at being a father than my mother was being a mother. Actually, my mother was a better mother than I was a father, because I left all three of my children twisting in the wind, fatherless. I am not proud of it, but now I have at least come to terms with it and I do not beat myself up quite as much as I used to. One thing. All three children "found" me. I talk to my two daughters, but Nick doesn't want anything to do with me and I can absolutely understand that. The reason I wrote Misdemeanors & Felonies: A Memoir was to answer all the questions my children might have of me. Although the book is written from my point of view, I did not make myself look like anything except what I was, a no-account wanderer, who did not have the decency to stick around and take care of the children he sired.
If anyone wants to check out the book about a boy who was raised with 1950's morals, but lost himself in the upheaval of a nation in the sex-and-rock-and-roll sixties and seventies, you can go here to purchase it. Soon to be on Kindle.
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