Excerpt from “A Parallel Universe: A Quirky Memoir of Growing Up in 1960s New Zealand”
He knew where everything was, but it was a jumble in there. WWII paraphernalia rubbed shoulders with broken clocks, radios, mysterious machinery.
He knew where everything was, but it was a jumble in there. WWII paraphernalia rubbed shoulders with broken clocks, radios, mysterious machinery.