I grew up in Beaumont,
Texas and lived in a neighborhood full of kids who were told what we almost
never hear anymore: "Get out of this house and GO PLAY!" Sometimes the mothers
would get together for coffee at the kitchen table of one or the other's house
and while some were closer than others, no doubt there was a fair amount of
gossip among all of them that was bound to have occurred on any given day. And
for sure one of their favorite things to talk about was the fact Ann King was
pregnant AGAIN. The King's lived next door to my family and their oldest, a
daughter named Beth, was my age and a favorite playmate of mine for jacks and
baby dolls and coloring books.