Mixsonian Larry

Deeply Rooted
The Story
Part III
On My Own

It is June 1970 and I had graduated from High School. Although I did fairly well in school, I wasn’t all that happy, most of my friends from school had either moved away or drifted away and with school over, I seldom saw any of them.  On the positive side I had a car, a ’68 Camaro, a perfect car for a teenage boy and I had a job working as a computer operator at the University’s Computing Center.  I was still living at home but that was soon to change.

Updated: 11-29-2022