In this story (link) I wrote a funny tale of how for a brief moment I thought I might be blood related to my wife. It’s a funny joke sometimes shared amongst us ‘Hamiltuckians’ that we’re all related to each other and it’s appropriate that at the time of this release, I am spending time with Kim’s family, celebrating her mom’s birthday. Perhaps Kim and I are not blood related, but there definitely are a lot of strings connecting our paths.
Although I was born in California and I live here today, I grew up in the medium sized town of Hamilton, Ohio. Like a lot of towns, Hamilton was originally founded as a fort. By the mid 19th century it had become a significant manufacturing town and it has a colorful history. It was even once affectionately known as Little Chicago. If you read the Wiki link here, you’ll even read that the entire town was off limits to military personnel due to the prevalence of gambling and prostitution. In my own lifetime, there were a few events that occurred there which most of us would have preferred did not. We that grew up in Hamilton sometimes affectionately refer to it as “Hamiltucky”.
This week’s story is a funny memory from way back when Kim and I had been married only a few years. The year was 1985 and Kim was pregnant with our second son, Corey. We lived in Hamiltucky at the time. Kim was an LPN and I was still working for the foundry, HP Deuscher. To begin this story, I want to share a spotty memory from my very early childhood. Continue reading