Usually, I mentally tune out the music constantly playing here in Starbucks. It’s there, but I’m not...
memories
When I was in grade school I would often go over to my best friend Rudy’s house...
Driving through the post-midnight darkness, fast-flickering flashes of memories of a life he lived fully many years...
On August 18th 45 years ago I stood on Rehoboth Beach in Delaware when my friend’s sister approached...
