Holocaust

On the side of the house grows a sprawling vine, spilling over the fence from the neighbor’s unkempt yard. It has many delicate flowers of deep purple. They apparently need…

Hindsight, the cliché goes, is 20/20. In truth, hindsight is only as clear as one’s perception of the present.

Some years ago, a friend, who sometimes unintentionally (I think) sets me up in uncomfortable situations, introduced me to an Irish lass in the only Irish bar in town. She…