I mentioned I might not post due to a family reunion. We enjoyed spending time with my Grandpa and Grandma Hoover, their eleven children, all

“Why don’t you go ask at the train yard?” my aunt suggests. We are at Steak and Shake with my grandma on Tuesday morning, drinking

With all the shuffle and bustle and floods and moving and garage sales, the memory of December 2 was a bit fuzzy.  Our nightly reading

Suddenly, this week, I had a violent revulsion for winter. Maybe it was the culmination of floods and mud and the nearly continual hum of

I never thought it would bring tears to my eyes to see an electric company truck driving down 5th Street.  (Usually the only reason to