Snowbrush

Joan and I had been casual friends for twenty years. Her funeral today was at Wesley where she served as lay minister. We never talked about...

The “funeral” was a reception held by Dick’s five grown children at his house a few doors down. I arrived on time, and it was just them and ...

Doyd was 92. Whenever I phoned, his wife would answer and tell him it was me. “Hello, my friend,” he would say as my heart leaped for joy. W...