October 15, 2004 Lorie and I walked to high school every morning for four years, but of all of the mornings we walked and talked, one morning stands out. As usual, I knocked at her front door, and we walked together back toward the sidewalk. This morning, however, she was noticeably quiet and serious. “I … Continue reading Where’s Poppa?
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