I am trying to put memories down before I forget them all.


I was born in Providence Rhode Island to Shery Taylor and Ralph Stebenne.  There are certain memories that stand out so strong I can never forget them.  There are others that have been totally erased from me.  As an example, I graduated Woonsocket High School in 1984.  I do not remember a single moment of my graduation day.  Nothing.  Not one person or anecdote.  I am sure I went out and got drunk, but I cannot recall any of it.  But I remember my brother Henry's graduation the year prior.  All of it.  Also I have in my possession Hank's Year book, but not my own. 

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