Mirage
The year was 1978. I was in the cold clutches of a winter that would not end. We endured an intrepid record setting blizzard and up to two feet of snow on the ground that never seemed to melt, even … Continue reading Mirage
The year was 1978. I was in the cold clutches of a winter that would not end. We endured an intrepid record setting blizzard and up to two feet of snow on the ground that never seemed to melt, even … Continue reading Mirage
How do you stop a bad habit? How do you silence an off-color joke? How do you unsee something outlandish, and how do you undo something that has been done for years, centuries, and even longer? That is the dilemma … Continue reading The Other Side Of The Track