I tilted my head, trying to figure out what exactly was making the noise. It was like the TV, but without pictures or words. I folded back and settled on my belly, studying the little square machine intensely. Finally, it dawned on me that the sounds were a means of communication I was familiar w...
His name was Ned Hanson, Ray and Estelle’s next door neighbor — although when you live out in the country ‘neighbor’ means the person whose property abuts yours, even if their house is on the other side of the woods and across the bridge, three miles away. I’d seen him a few times before at Ray’s...