I pulled the truck into the grocery store lot and looked for a parking space. Vehicles jockeyed with one another and whizzed around shoppers pushing carts. The winter sun belied an impeding storm, which promised two days of cold, blowing snow. Inside the store,...
“Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without,” my Depression-Era father preached. We didn’t do without much because he picked up all kinds of stuff discarded along the way – screws, bolts, bits of rope, even an old fire hose and the broken-off arm of a...
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