September 3, 2009I spotted my first fallen leaves in the grass of the baseball diamond near my post office last Thursday. The bag over my shoulder was bursting with little brown packages. Each containing a silver or bronze new leaf necklace destined for one of you. I make this walk to the post office, with Murphy in [...]
June 16, 2009The radio booth smelled like old men and dusty records but I liked it anyway. When Glenn Miller came on I would start dancing by myself. Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer. How can you not dance to Chattanooga Choo Choo? My Dad had introduced me to The Glenn Miller Band years earlier. [...]
