Egon
Nov02

Egon

The first time I met Egon a tree had fallen across the dirt road leading to our house. My then-coworker-and-eventual-husband and I had taken the financially daring plunge of renting a place on a couple of acres in semi-rural Atascadero – me because I was tired of neighbors, him because he wanted a dog. The house was a low-slung ranch style with yellow wood siding and a big stone fireplace, a chipped linoleum kitchen floor, cheap...

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Eighty Six Christmases
Jan06

Eighty Six Christmases

Christmas from 1950 to 2013

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