“Close the window,” said Mike. “That racket woke me!” He rolled over, a pillow over his head muffling the “racket.” An Eye Opener Racket? I thought. I only heard a cheery robin celebrating spring. In the predawn hours no neighbors mowed, no trucks collected trash, and no sirens signaled tragedy. I concluded Mike had dreamt… Continue reading See What I Mean?
A Few Choice Words By Anita 