Somewhere Children Shout

Roll back to the 1950s, courtesy of Somewhere Children Shout, a new retrospective by author John Keeler Mitchell, who lived it all. As he recalls, it was a time of black-and-white TV, movies where the word "damn" was used with great discretion, and computers were room-filling contraptions with whirring wheels of tape. All across America, the Boomer Generation was on the rise, and in Somewhere Children Shout, the author shares anecdotes of his own years growing up in a quintessential small town.
It was amazing, he writes. The town boasted a single traffic light. High school basketball was king. Homes had one telephone (shared). Your leash-less dog could run free. Sex was limited to a parked car (if you were 17). Dick Clarke and the "stroll" ruled in the afternoon, and AM radio filled the nights. Moms were of the live-at-home variety. And it was fun, at a scale that was a perfect fitespecially if you were a kid.
The story, in the words of a reviewer, "is a hoot."

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