From the end of the block, their yard was a green raft in a sea of scorched grass. It was all Larry, out there every night, spraying, killing, coaxing. Our yard used to look just as nice—not a scrap of paper or stray weed—until my dad moved out. The yard was the last to go. First it was a shutter...
Andy needed it, still catching up from the tour and working on the new album. Beth was just happy to join him. She knew, but didn’t know if Andy would, that this was a special time in their relationship. When they arrived she was pleasantly surprised. It was early in the a...