Eight-year-old Paul stared out the car window as the glowing lights of Joe's Pizza flashed against the gloom of a cold December gray sky. He wiped the frost off the window and looked around the parking lot. "Where's Dad?" "Spending time with his girlfriend," Mom groused, then shut off the 1972 Dodge Dart and pulled … Continue reading The Birthday
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Crustless Memories
Beginning of a series of remembrances, some actually true ... kinda