I propped the rake against the sentinel oak near the driveway. Before raking leaves in the meadow, I needed to remove branches and sticks that had fallen during the winter. Cato trotted beside me, enjoying the warmth of the morning’s spring-like weather. The slope...
“I wish I’d been born in the 19th century,” I told my father one day in my far-past adolescence. “It is my favorite time in history.” In my teenaged mind, the 19th century in the United States elicited thoughts of romance and realism, Thomas Jefferson, John Adams and...
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