My Nonna Elana was an incredible woman. She was not the type to sit in her chair knitting. She was a lively and adventurous woman. Even in her late 60’s and early 70’s she was climbing mountains and even spelunking. She was extremely kind hearted especially to us grandkids. She
Phil had excellent hearing. He could, for example, hear Mrs. Polsgrove’s cat clawing at discarded tuna cans in her recycling bin two streets away. He heard Lisa’s feet tromping off mud and rocks. He recognized the jerky swish and scrape of a carryall being emptied of evidence. Phil heard many
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When I was a child I realized quickly that I was the youngest in my extended family by a large margin. The way I figured this out was that it seemed that whenever we had gatherings I was usually the only child attending. The other members of my family, aside
