When I grew up, the surfaces of my childhood were sand, scraggly Bermuda grass, and gravelly asphalt for roads.  My parents, who grew up back East, had skills that I never had an opportunity to learn as a child, such as roller skating.  Even learning to ride a bike was a fairly dodgy proposition.  And one of those old school skills, for my Dad, was shooting marbles.  I understand he was pretty damned good at it.  The “Marble”, in the title of this book, is […]