My post WWII family was constantly on the move evading bill collectors and enforcers for my father’s gambling debts. I’d lived in a dozen different houses when dad moved us to a ramshackle house thirty miles from the nearest city, with only outdoor plumbing, one cold water tap, coal stoves for heating. I was eight. We stayed here for four years, and I loved it despite the hardships. These were the years that shaped who I am today.