Grant Keltner

Stuck in the mud

Stuck in the mud It was a late fall afternoon in 1967; I was nine at the time.  My mother lived in N.W. Portland; our apartment was located at the dead end of N.W. Pettygrove.  The apartment my mother lived in was surrounded by two large fields that sat on both sides of her spot. …

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