I grew up on the corner of two roads in Santa Rosa, CA, just north of San Francisco. One road, Wallace, was a paved, treacherous route north where, according to my father, the speed limit was, “Faster than a bat out of hell.” The other, Ranchette, was gravel and a dead end. Kids were everywhere….
Month: September 2020
Shut the Front Door
I think I’m the one that broke the rules. But only in the daylight. I didn’t always look to see who was there. I rarely locked it. I left it wide open if something exiting came in. Or went out. In my original families home, the best things came in through our front door; mail,…