Close Call

Another new city, another new state, the third one in high school alone.  My sister had tickets to Hawaii and was taking my mother along for a vacation.  Preacher Dad took them to the airport in San Francisco, a couple of hours away.  He wouldn’t let me come along and...

Arkansas Interlude

Time for an Arkansas interlude, an intermission if you will, from the raw, soul-scraping day to day of my childhood.  There was Grandpa.  There was Uncle Jerry.  There was Berryville and Oak Grove.  Ponies, gardens, morning glories, underground cellars and tree...