by Mack Munro | | Growth, Story
It’s December 5, 1983, at 5:30 in the evening and I’m on a bus traveling from Los Angeles down to San Diego. The day started early. I woke up at 3:00 AM and quietly left the house I grew up in for the last time. As a boy anyway. I’m on my way to Navy boot camp. I...
by Mack Munro | | Growth, Story
I’m sorting through a plastic bag filled with old papers, booklets, brochures, newspaper clippings, and photos. My eyes are watering, not because anything is sentimental, but because it’s so dusty. This is a bag of Malcolm’s Greatest Hits according to my mom. She...
