Forty one years ago this week I was treated to a free nights lodging and a complementary bowl of Kelloggs Corn Flakes by the kind citizens of Richland, Washington. At dawn they transferred us in handcuffs to the Freddie English Home for Wayward Children. I was locked in solitary confinement and waited for my dad to come bail me out. Earlier thatday, as we rose to the crest of I-90 near Echo Glen, we were enjoying a bowl and some ice cold Millers in the bottle. I remember thinking life could never get any better. It was a sunny summer day and we were on our way to the Tri Cities to watch the races. I remember thinking how great it was to catch a buzz at 9:30 in the morning. I thoughtthe day would keep getting better and better. Imagine my dismay when at 11:30 that night the steel…
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