This is the third day, in three years, that she’s not here. And she’s not coming back. And I certainly don’t blame her. Because why would she even want to? OK, I’ll clear up the third day reference. And instead … Read the rest
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This is a short story that leads up to the happiest birthday ever for someone I know. 1938. It was a cold day in January. In rural Oklahoma. FDR was in the first year of his second term as president … Read the rest