In our lives, we are sometimes privileged to interact with exceptional individuals; maybe few, maybe many.
They may impress us, amaze us, baffle us, or even enrage us. They may fade from our memory or return there at any time.
One such character that I still remember fondly is an uncle to ...
Growing up, I thought we were rich.
We were, but not in the way that I imagined.
A lot of my early impressions came from living in Dawson. That might sound strange, but in my lifetime we always had indoor plumbing and running water. Our street and the other streets where we romped were ...
I’ve been told that I resemble my brother Lou.
I guess I do, so much so that even today someone will ask me if I’m still on the mail route he had. (Usually, I explain that Lou passed away a few years ago after having been retired from the mail route for about 20 years.)
I was very ...