I was born in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, of the boomer generation. When I was a little child and not quite a toddler, we lived in Madison while my dad was going to law school to become a lawyer. One day, my mother was taking me for a stroll when a big football player asked if he could hold me, and as the story goes, he then placed my two tiny feet in one of his huge hands as I was standing tall. He said something like "Your son is going to be a great athlete because he's got a great sense of balance."When I was about three or four years old, we moved back to Oshkosh, where most of the Dennin family lived. When I was about five years old, my mom called the doctor because I had a stomachache and had thrown up. Mom told the doctor the symptoms. Since we didn't have a car, the doctor said he'd be right over to take me to the hospital because I had acute appendicitis. After my appendix had been removed successfully and I had woken up from surgery, the doctor said I could have all the ice cream I could eat. It was then that my aunt Marv brought me a new Bible, which I couldn't read but had some good pictures. But when I was a little older, I would read a little bit of it.Now, when I was ten years old, dad took a job as a junior law partner in Rhinelander, Wisconsin. I then protested, "I don't even know if Rhinelander has Little League." But they did; we lived in Rhinelander until my father died. I was sixteen years old, and I was crushed. Now, as all my relatives told me, "You are the man of the family!"
