I am sitting on a bench in the speckled shade under a tree where I can still feel the sun but not the full force of it. I am studying the path curving around me this way and that, and it has made me set aside my book and think. All along this path there …
You never know what’s going to shape a child’s life
It all started in 1917, although I wouldn’t show up for another 60 years or so. I have to admit I don’t think about it very often. It was just an old, brick building on the other side of town. I had to walk there every day, not uphill or in a blizzard, but sometimes …
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Shaking My Dust 