(my mother and me, on a road trip in the early days of this weblog)
My mother turns 71 today. When my mother was my age, her sixth child was already over a year old and showing signs of being alternately the shyest and the most talkative member of the family.
On a related front, I learned last week that the father of a chair of a sociology department on the East Coast worked at the same meatpacking plant that my father did, and has a nephew that lives in my hometown. I'm used to sociology being a small world and rural Iowa being a small world, but not those two small world colliding.
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