Letters to My Granddaughter, No. 53
[February 6, 2024] Miracles do happen. I’d been delivering newspapers on my bicycle back in my old High School days, just a few blocks from where I lived, and standing next to a green-colored, early 1950s Studebaker Champion car was this older man who looked meaner than dirt and older than Moses. With his shirt sleeves rolled up,… Read More »