People often question why I never mention my brothers and sisters by name in my column. My sister Martha, an English major with a master’s, proofs what I write and has the authority to remove names to protect the guilty.
It could be because I served three years in the pen and then a year’s probation on a work farm learning various trades. At age 4, I was paroled to be a free-range farm child. I would have preferred to serve more time in the pen, but my younger sister was born Feb. 25, just eight days before my third birthday.