There’s a ring I’ve worn on the middle finger of my left hand for 23 years. And for the 40 years before I wore it, I held the hand that wore it before me every chance I had. It’s thick and gold with ...
One of my favorite childhood memories has me walking to a corner store about three blocks from home. With a nickel in my pocket, I was on top of the world. I could walk into Wagners’ store, greet the ...