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A Night to Remember

A Night to Remember

What I remember is that my mother came in my room and woke me saying she heard glass breaking outside. I was a little groggy trying to grasp what she was saying. Then I heard it too. It was like a window breaking and the glass falling to the ground. It was real...
Dad

Dad

I sat by my father’s hospital bed. The sun was setting, its reflection on the river poetic in its raw beauty. We sat quietly. He seemed so far away as he stared into space. I knew then he had lost the will to live. When I commented on the beauty of the sunset he...
America

America

America was, America is, America will always be a red tulip in my heart. It was the year 1947, and the first time I spoke to a man who walked on American soil. In his old days, he returned to his old nest, just like the birds who fly home. He recounted a remarkably...