I Just Can't. I'm Married. I Made

Is Where You're From The Place You're Leaving Or Where You Have Roots?

All Right. Let's Give You Something To Tell Your Grandkids About. Or Great-grandkids. Or Great-great-grandkids." I Snort With Glee, Delirious With Excitement. Charlie Winks And Pours Me Another Finger's Worth Of Whiskey. Then, On Second Thought, He Tips The Bottle Again. I Reach Out And Grab Its Neck. "better Not," I Say. "don't Want To Get Tipsy And Break A Hip.

It's As Though I've Been Sleepwalking And Suddenly Woken To Find Myself Here

The More Distressing The Memory, The More Persistent It's Presence.

The Thought Has Cheered Me, And I'd Like To Hang Onto That. Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.