Navigating to Avignon
The train arrives twenty minutes late at Gare du Nord. I’m at the door on arrival and dash where the
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Read MoreAlthough it was true that my father taught me to make stories in colored glass, it was a very long
Read MoreIt is a very early morning. Dark and quiet. The French have a saying: Je me suis levé avec les oiseaux! or
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Read MoreWaking, my first thought was that someone was breathing on me. For once, it had been a very deep sleep
Read MoreYoung and driven in roaring twenties Denver, my great-grandfather Roscoe Stockton was school principal by day, and by night, he
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