I wrote this essay in 1984, when my son Bob was nine years old. Bob now has children of his own, and the…
Long ago, there was a castle with towers taller than church steeples, with stairs that wound around…
Once upon a space, there was a time, a cute little time. Her name was Now.
On the occasion of the closing of Thee Coffee House, San Angelo, Texas, and the assemblage of its nostalgic friends, many of whom…