MORE MENTOR MEMORIES

I just remembered some more folks on Mentor Street. Across the vacant lot where the red bull calf roamed was and elderly couple named Jeters. He was a large man who wore overalls and let me sit with him on their screened in porch.

The other neighbor was an ooooold, stooped lady who lived behind us. She raised a garden and the bull calf helped himself to the vegetables. She would run out of her house screaming, chase the calf out of the garden and complain to my parents. The bull calf couldn't have cared less. Eats is eats.