Friday, March 16, 2007

Attempted short story, more or less, but probably less.

When I was thirteen years old my parents shipped me off by train to South Dakota to spend the summer with my Aunt Junie and Uncle Ned.
Aunt Junie was my mother's younger sister. Junie was short for June Bug, a nickname my grandfather had given to my aunt when she was a few months old back in Tennessee, which was shortened to just plain Junie by the time she started school after they moved to Detroit in the mid 20's.

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