
The Society
I’d always been curious about Dad’s “secret society”. The lodge he went to the first Wednesday of every month. The week-long […]
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I’d always been curious about Dad’s “secret society”. The lodge he went to the first Wednesday of every month. The week-long […]
Time had taken its toll on the old film, but the close up on the woman’s face had been clear […]
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The picture was of a young woman – a “flower child” I’d learned the was term, hitchhiking; holding a sign […]