Notes from the Summer of ’04
Skippy sits in a wheelchair on the front porch. His mother says they’re used to getting up early since he had to go to the clinic when he was a boy. That was after his daddy left them and she had to find a full time job. WIth no training she got one at Southern Baptist [After I went back to SF, Charlie evicted them to claim one room in back for his own]. Skippy…