Used to Bad News

My name is Mitchell Wayne. I was born in 1963 in the smaller town of Red Wing, Minnesota. One hour south of the twin cities. It was a nice quiet town to grow up in, with lots of parks and lots of bluffs to explore. I was the forth child of four. 2 brothers and one sister. All older than me. Throughout this book I will refer to them as:
1. My brother, He is the oldest being 10 years older than I am.
2. Fly, which was his nickname. He was 9 years older than me, being born exactly one year after my brother, on his 1st birthday.
3. My sister, who is about 6 years older than me.

I grew up as close to being an only child as one could be. I can barely remember any siblings living at home when I was. My brother was a bare foot hippie from the sixties. Fly was a rough and tough redneck drinking his Schmidt big mouth bottles and my sister was the princess who could do no wrong.

I consider baby boomers to be the generation that spent their high school years with the Viet Nam war looming in their futures. One might think me and my sister being close but we are from two different peer groups. She was a good student that spent much of her time studying so she could get into a good college. I spent most of my time partying and skipping school. I ended up dropping out of high school in 11th grade.

Even though I did eventually straighten out enough to get my high school equivalency, and later received a two year associate degree in electronics. There were still many rough years in my future. This book is not intended to be a bunch of whining from me but rather to point as many good times as bad. I am trying to state "Just the facts", as Joe Friday would say. From the confusion of life in my early years to the diagnoses of Multiple Scleroses in my early 40's.

I think we were the first generation to grow up literally in front of the television. I used to rush home from school to watch Gilligan's Island even though I had seen all the episodes