My little black book

I reviewed my day and made three imaginary check marks in my imaginary little black book.  I donated a few dollars to the American Red Cross and scheduled a day and time in my calendar to give blood, check mark. I kept my cool, but stood up to a peer, who has a tendency to speak... Continue Reading →

My own personal guardian angel

He stood stooped over, age had taken a toll on his posture, but he was a tall man so he still towered over me. He wore a long overcoat and a black wool fedora. He could have been straight out of a 1950's movie. He would smile when he saw me. I used to smile... Continue Reading →

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