Memories from a Dark Word

This happens to be a true story of my childhood growing up in the city of Hemingway, as a growing country boy. Through these years and later moving to Charleston, SC I have written about my experiences and difficulties I have been able to overcome. You may not believe what it was like growing up in the small town of Charleston, South Carolina. That's right, at one time, Charleston was a small town, in fact, and you're not going to believe how small.It was so small that you would be always be bumping into the local celebrities, of my time and during that time I lost my sight.In my book, I will be describing how the blind would be able to play baseball, that's right I said baseball, but you will have to read the book to find out how the blind can be the Boys of Summer. You can read the thanks that I gave the talk radio show hosts, as they entertained me while my dad was going through some horrible times of CHPD, and that it was up to me to give him the care that he needed in order to prevent him from going to a nursing home. It was hard enough to be a sighted person, when you find yourself in the situation of being the care giver, and when he finally passed away; we had to deal of knowing the horrors of paying the bills and funeral costs with no life insurance. You may not believe it, but at one time you were allowed to park against the fence of the airport on a Sunday afternoon to watch the planes when there was nothing to watch on TV. There would even be someone there to sell you hot dogs, or p-nuts; and of course they were roasted.Thank youGlenn Davis