This is a re-post from several months ago. The long-ago memory is still bittersweet… It wasn’t anything especially fancy–a simple, two-story, native-stone home, bedecked by majestic scotch pines. Stone pillars stood at each corner of the property, as if guarding the inanimate, century-old gem. As the auctioneer took his place on the flatbed trailer, he nodded toward a silver-haired gentleman …
Corners: Defining Moments in Life and Writing
It wasn’t anything especially fancy–a simple, two-story, native-stone home, bedecked by majestic Scotch pines. Stone pillars stood at each corner of the property, as if guarding the inanimate, century-old gem. As the auctioneer took his place on the flatbed trailer, he nodded toward a silver-haired gentleman, who I assumed was the owner. “Okay, Jeb. We’re gonna do this thing.” And so …