When We Were Strangers is such an apt title for anyone leaving their home town never to return as a resident. Even in our United States we qualify our acquaintances. "Are they from our town."Irma's struggles seem cruel and incomprehensibly difficult. She was uneducated, not pretty, non English sp...
But David had seen dogfights in the air and flaming airplanes fall. Every field in Prussia was scored and pitted. He’d heard bombs all his life. In fact, the silence of Galway often disturbed him. “When are they starting again?” he’d ask. In our journey to Antwerp, horrors had bloomed in his feve...
Even the once-fresh breezes off Lake Michigan were like the hot, moist panting of a heaving beast. Pressed under a close white sky, the air grew spongy. Clydesdales strained at their harnesses. Flanks foaming, heads down, they plowed the streets dragging water barrels, beer kegs and huge blocks o...