Sorrow for our Granddaughters
"Can we talk for a moment?" he asked while waving to me over our backyard fence. I like this guy, a lot. He's quite a bit older than me, but fit as a fiddle. One of those guys who, when you look at him, you cross your fingers and silently hope that you look and feel as good when you're that age. Dropping my rake, happy for the break, I walk to the... Read more









