The Big Move

    When I and my Mother and newly acquired Step Father and a brother moved to Milwaukee, that was quite a big move for a 7 year old boy to make. Thinking back into my foggy memory of that day when we got off the train and made the 5 or 6 block trek to a hotel, which later I would learn as the LaSalle Hotel in a strange new city, I seem to remember as a some what normal 7 year old. Of course that would change as I would morph into a barely functional adult I would turned out to become but at that time I was still in my normal mode.