Familial Research and Development

...at least that's how Louisville (KY) is pronounced. The house we lived in was a little starter home. It was long and narrow. The 'hallway' was along one long-side of the house. There were no backyard neighbors. You had neighbors on either side. The house lay between two streets. One at one end of the house, the other at the other end of the house. The back half of the house you walked downhill to the street. I remember this clearly because one year the Ohio River flooded and the street at the back end of the house was the one that flooded. The front room was heated with a pot-bellied stove. I'm the one who drew with crayons on it. It was so pretty to watch them melt, bubble and turn black. The front room is where our bunk bed was. Bob slept on the top, I slept on the bottom. Bob got hold of a tube of toothpaste (back then it was a metal tube-plastic hadn't been invented yet) and drew on the ceiling with it. The next room was Mom & Dad's bedroom. There were

Racial profiling is such a hot topic in current events. Black Lives Matter seems to be the one that is pushing an agenda. I don't care what name you use to label this, it still boils down to bullying which is the excuse used to justify wanton destruction and killing. Always it seems it is the innocents in society who are hurt by such tactics. Little children are being shot to death-murdered-during these 'peaceful' protests. Racial profiling is not new and it is NOT just the white race who are the perpetrators. I was in junior high school (La Cumbre Jr. High). For the most part I was one of 'those' students who tried to keep a low profile. Stay out of their way and maybe they'll leave you alone, right? Maybe. Linda Cedillo was in my English Class. We would chit chat a bit before class began. I had always considered her a friend. Linda had a friend, Sylvia Guevara. Sylvia complained to Linda about needing someone to beat up so Sylvia could prove to her