In the early a80s, recovering from my divorce, I moved from Ketchum, Idaho, to Palo Alto, California, to live temporarily with my sister Martin and her family, the other Martins, until I found an apartment. My brother-in-law was and still is a pastor in the Nazarene church. Also attending the church were two college mates of mine and the Martins, Jan and Doug Burgesen and their two children (the two kids, Stevie and Cindy, not Doug and Jan) who could not pronounce aUncle Ken.a It came out aKoko Ken.a Soon, very soon, I was known to the whole church (even to my niece Jennifer and my two nephews, Todd and Gabe) as Koko Ken, which gave me the title of this book. Because of a birth defect, spina bifida (the definitionas in the book), I wasnat expected to live past six weeks. As of this writing, October 1, 2012, Iam six weeks shy of sixty-two years old. Iave lived a very fortunate life. Iave hiked up two volcanoes, Lassen and Diamond Head. Iave ten speeded down Mt. Haleakala. I played Chopinas, King Farukas, and Carnegie Hallas pianos. Read my book. Itas funny. Itas sad. Itas me. Iam almost a George Plimpton.The Story Of A Spina-Bifida Baby Boomer (w/a tad bit of fiction about non-fiction people) Ken Martinez. That same year, The Huckleberry Hound Show with Pixie and Dixie and Yogi Bear premiered and in a#39;60, the Flintstones premiered, both in prime time TV. Other favorites were ... She was in third grade. Every day Marioanbsp;...
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