re: #189 Wendell Zurkowitz ((slave to the waffle light))

We basically had to claim that my stepfather was a bastard and refused to support me (he was not) so we would be eligible for aid.

But in our case, my parents were on Social Security and did not own a million-dollar home, just a two-bedroom wood frame house in Merrillville, Indiana.

Walked across the 7th Street Bridge the week I turned 18, and my family never saw me again. A couple years later President LBJ sent me greetings and offered to pay for my college. There was a hitch.