Recollections of a Suffering Friend and a Good Memory Preserved
The fly landed on his eyeball, but he hadn’t the strength to blink. His eyes were locked on mine, pleading. For him, the
The fly landed on his eyeball, but he hadn’t the strength to blink. His eyes were locked on mine, pleading. For him, the
At 101, Big Arve finally slipped his earthly moorings. I was the only one in our large family who shared his name, so I was