Born to about five ish? Dad got sick, mom refused to live there anymore. She did not want me going to public school in the area, and the religious school classed me as retarded.
They never divorced, but we separated. I visited regularly, but when dad got more sick, we started having me fly into FAT, Grandma lived in Clovis, Fresno.
We went back once, after dad died, mom had to sell the boat as it was contaminated. Probably wasn't the best that we went aboard, but, golly.
I wonder sometimes, if he'd come with us, if he might have been able to stick around longer.
I hold no love in my heart for Antioch, but I do miss the boat.