Well, it was nothing like an army barracks.
I don’t know why it’s taken me over two months to write this entry, but I think it has to do with my ambivalence with blogs in general, which (I hope) will be the topic of a future post.
Lucille’s last home was a place called The Village. She [...]
I haven’t seen the place where Lucille lived last. Apparently it is some sort of senior living situation, either an assisted care facility or a straight out convalescent home.
The last time we visited her in Hemet was almost 20 years ago, and at the time she lived in a little sandstone cottage that was [...]
I typically get a certain picture in my head of a person or place I haven’t seen before. For example, as I waited for the Sears repairman last week, I expected him to be small, wiry with a friendly but uncommitted demeanor — in other words, a nicer and slightly more useful incarnation of the [...]