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Lynn, Lindsay and I went to play golf at Inverness (Toledo, not Scotland). Lindsay was, like she currently is, nine...

Our two children were off to college and we were adjusting to the empty nest. It was a period of...

The warm nights of August spoke in throbbing tones of locusts and muted train whistles. On those nights, I would...

The purest days of contentment were those spent in the bright warmth of the sun and contrasting cool bliss of...

I took them in my hands and added them to the pile in the napthalened atmosphere of patient tension and...

(A dream) Every day, the ice cream truck would come down my street and I would meet it at the...