Barry Hastings: The story about games people play and moi
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by Barry Hastings I was born in ‘38 with rickets, wore braces to my knees, all night, as a small child. My vision wasn’t good — astigmatism. I read, all the time, soon adjusted to the hindrance. In 1950, we moved to a fair-sized lake, sparsely populated area (then), can’t...
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