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Friday, October 19, 2007
Bring it on!
It's 1943. The country is at war. They stopped making civilian automobiles in 1942. Food rationing. Gas rationing. War bonds. Scrap metal drives. Victory gardens. And nine-year-old me (I didn't turn ten until November.)
If two people can inhabit one body without being schizophrenic, I qualify. Dorien Grey/Roger Margason qualifies. Roger, my birth name, handles the details of daily life (eating, sleeping, paying bills, etc.). Dorien spends his time writing books and blogs and, whenever possible largely ignoring reality. Both of us are on a endless Don Quixote-like quest for more readers, and would be delighted to have you as one of them.