THE FIRST SEVEN CHAPTERS April 9, 1965 Indianapolis, Indiana IT WAS ONE of those skies an early Indiana spring can produce. A late morning sun, flickering through patchy fast-moving clouds, illuminated the neighborhood in erratic patterns of startling color and somber grays. In an open field, you could lose your balance under an unsettled sky like this. I tucked my hands into my armpits as Dave ‘pulled his 63 Ford convertible into my parents’ driveway. […] Continue reading...
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