Cup on the Bus

Once I thought I was going to write a thesis on how their environments differentiated southern writers from northern writers.   Fortunatel...

The whole extended family often visited when the children were young. Several generations of brothers, sisters, brothers-in-law, sisters...

   Dad generally wore a hat on leaving the house.   So did my grandfathers and my uncles.   They would no more have gone on a Sunday pi...

Beth used to live upstairs in a two story on Whitcomb.   I love the name of the street.   It was only a little seedy back in the ‘80’s.   B...

The subject of the mild winter came up last weekend.   With family patriarchs around the table I suppose it was inevitable. My time and ...