Ill-suited for the town, in which I was born, I outgrew its borders.
And yet it imparted to me all that made me what I am.
It shall live on through my humble expression of its townspeople as they traveled through my life.
Whether they would have chosen me for their archivist, I cannot tell.
Slight differences in historical accuracy must be forgiven, as I am not a historian, just a man lucky enough to have become an author.
My neighbor might have embarked on this project, if he had been granted the chance.
There are a hundred different angles to every prism. Here is my angle:
