I’m deaf, well, nearly deaf. A year of mortar fire in Vietnam, years of loud rock music and bringing up three crazy boys have taken their toll on my ears. Most every family has somebody who drives them crazy by saying “Huh?” and “Whadja say?” all the time. Sooner or later they will harangue this […]
I’m deaf, well, nearly deaf. A year of mortar fire in Vietnam, years of loud rock music and bringing up three crazy boys have taken their toll on my ears. Most every family has somebody who drives them crazy by saying “Huh?” and “Whadja say?” all the time. Sooner or later they will harangue this […]