Mr. Carver was the first really old man I knew who wasn't a relative. He lived across the street from our house in Lynnwood; an east section of a Tuscaloosa neighborhood famous for the Lynnwood Villains. Mr. More...
At dinner the other night, my oldest daughter described a dream she had. "Daddy, you were driving us to school and it was a normal morning like any other morning. I stepped out of the car. You drove off. More...