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Like Home, Alabama
As turbulent as that period was for Birmingham and the rest of the world, other than problems with a bully and mean principal at school, my younger brother and I recall those years fondly.
Several friends and I may have ridden our bicycles over every single road in Jefferson County those years, but looking back, I thought 5-Mile Creek was at least twice that long or longer.
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Growing up, I lived with my family in Birmingham suburbs longer than any other place we were to call home – from 1960 to 1965; from the time I was in the 5th through 10th grades, after which my dad was transferred to St. Louis.
After a couple of broken hearts, I saved up lawn-cutting monies to buy my first fly rod and taught myself to use it along 5-Mile Creek. My brother played YMCA football with Johnny Musso, and our baby sister got seriously into Barbie dolls those years.
I traveled and photographed all 67 Alabama counties in a couple of weeks, total, but stayed a bit longer in the one where my family lived those years that left me with bittersweet memories (thanks to Ellen and Marion) and a well-worn old fly rod…