Four Trulock brothers, in front of our grandmother's house in Little Rock. In order of ascending age: Arch, Greg, Steven, David. You can see that I have an injured middle finger on my left hand. It came from playing football! Or trying to play. During practice with the Forrest Park Rangers, when I was trying to catch a pass, a bone in my finger got chipped. That was the extent of my school-related football activity. I sat out the rest of the season, which was okay with me. I would not have gotten to play, anyway, except in the last game of the season "under the lights" at the high school field, when every team member got to play. I don't recall if I really wanted to play in that game or not. I think not! Steven, who was also on the team like me for only one year, got to play under the lights, and made one spectacular tackle, stopping the guy with the ball who was about to make a touchdown. My only claim to fame from that football season was the metal finger brace on my middle finger. It really stood out when I had my left hand on the handlebar of my bicycle. Kind of showed my opinion of the Forrest Park football program at the time.
