Lester DeMarco

No place like home Lester DeMarco

The day comes that we all end up at that imaginary cross-road up ahead in life's journey through this old-world we all live in. That journey through life has it's good and bad times we all who can still see, hear, smell and feel are so blessed today to have survived all the shenanigan's that a kid like myself had gotten into so long-ago. I hope and pray that if anyone reads my biography of a young barefooted, skinny young blonde-headed boy who once ran through every alleyway, high-rise green-grass levee and leaped-off old bridges, I had swam the salty rivers and us kids back in my old hometown never hardly ever slowed down. I am so much older today. I woke up one day years ago and decided for myself and my kids and family to put most of my child hood in writing to try to publish a book on my memoirs of my youth. So the story begins but, keep in mind if you will that what once was so long-ago can never be again for any of us today, tomorrow and forever but, we all can go back and remember where we all had come from and that is a true God-given blessing to close our own eyes and reach out to the past cherished memories that are only a dream's, dream away.