Happiness. It's relative.
I’ve had police at my door. I’ve watched squad cars pull up in front of our house and officers get out. It was never because they were selling raffle tickets for the Police Athletic League. It was something else, not the worst thing in the world although… Continue Reading “Justice of the Peace”
When it snows, the old man across the street begins shoveling immediately. He scraps straight perfect rows down his driveway, piling the half inch of accumulated snow into tiny piles at the curb. When he is done with the last row, he starts over… Continue Reading “November Street”
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