My imaginary friend, Cappy
When I was a little boy I had an imaginary playmate, Cappy. Being the youngest of eight children, and there being a three year gap between my next oldest sibling, a girl, Angel, and me, and being raised in rural Iowa, I had no one to play with. Angel and I, having very little in common, essentially ignored each other, like a cat and dog, because when we did acknowledge each other, we fought. The name Cappy came from me, and was a derivative of my own name, Curt, or Curtie, as I was sometimes called by my older siblings. Angel would call me Curtie to get my goat. “Curtie, stop making ...