Growing up in Clintonville, a small town in east central Wisconsin, during World War II provided Ray Hoffman with great fodder for stories to tell his children and grandchildren. Whether it was the time he ended up miraculously unhurt after being run over by a car (but lying about it when he arrived home crying) or pulling some shenanigans around town, his stories are full of fun, wit and wisdom. This book, which he started writing in 2002, chronicles many of those youthful adventures, as well as his experiences intercepting Russian messages in the U.S. Air Force during the Cold War, his 33-year teaching career near Milwaukee, fatherhood, grandfatherhood, and retirement. Throughout, he opines in a sometimes serious, but often whimsical, way about such subjects as aging, family, politics, and more. He also explains how he lost the second “n” off his last name while in the Air Force. Join him as he paints nostalgic pictures of small-town yesterdays as well as capturing images of more modern times.