My parents were older, closing in on fifty years old and already grandparents whose two oldest kids had moved out long before I showed up. They were tired, and I was tiring. I’m pretty sure I had ADHD, but people didn’t know what that was. So they just called you bad. My nickname at first was Dennis the Menace, after the little comic about a mischievous boy that ran in the Galveston Daily News.
