I Came Home From A Cruise At Eighty Three Until I Heard The Truth§

in August heat, eating ham sandwiches on paper plates because we did not own a dining table yet. He built the shelves in the front room with his own hands, measuring twice and arguing cheerfully about whether the top shelf was level. I planted rosemary by the porch steps and learned which windows to open first when a Savannah storm rolled in hard from continue reading …