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FAIRLINGTON

The block we lived on was typical of the community. There
were as many as 18 kids, of all ages. I’d group them into three
tiers, the oldest, high school age, my brother’s age, 8 of them,
and my age, hundreds.

By then I was well on my way to establishing a foothold in this
world. At 4 ½ feet tall, extra thin, with blue eyes and curly
blond hair I wasn’t a terror, but, had plenty of energy. I’d have
qualified for the drug Retalin. Lucky for me my mother must
have thought boys with lots of energy were okay. It’s possible
I took after her. She was a pretty ruckus, wild kid herself.
The number of children wasn’t the only difference in
Fairlington. The entire community was new and different. A
different idea. Its advanced design leaped forward, out of the
30’s, into family housing on the outskirts of the city; It would
be ‘The Suburbs’. Communities would spring up using it as
an original idea modifying and changing it for the next 30
years.

Families were different also with various backgrounds.
Although 95% white, they came from all over the country.
They were mostly educated and had traveled around the world.
They were Middle management people who were spearheading
the War effort; Army Colonels, Navy Captains, civilian
Engineers, Administrators, and Oil developers. It was an
integrated group with a single objective in mind. WIN THE
WAR!!.

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