I’m not sure what drew me there. I had no kids and I wasn’t a babysitter. I guess it was the novelty of having this big carnival relic inside a fast food restaurant. I’ll go ahead and say it: I was at a Burger King. Maureen had been running the merry-go-round a long time. It was passed down to he...
The old man who works in his garden three houses down is “our old man.” The café where we get pumpkin scones on Tuesday mornings is “our café.” Those scones are “our scones.” That song by Fleetwood Mac is “our song” and so is that one by LL Cool J. I took my friend Sarah to the auto parts store o...