my childhood

The conclusion of “Almost”

My little brother and I were shooting baskets in the driveway on Sunday afternoon when the rust colored sedan with screws down the side slowly drove by our house–two days after it had pulled into our driveway after dark on Friday night.  My dad was in the garage doing something […]

Almost

A long time ago–in the mid 1980s–we’d sometimes walk far enough from our house that our parents could not see us. Sometimes, it’d be after dark, and we never had cell phones with us, because none of us knew what a cell phone was, but I think some of us […]