Category Archives: small world stories

for the love of lyle!

We bought these tickets long before weather could be predicted in Troutdale—or anywhere, for that matter. The scene through our window yesterday morning didn’t hold much promise, but Mauri’s weather app promised the rain would stop in time for the … Continue reading

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connect the dots

This was Erik Platz in 1962. Erik lived with his grandparents kitty-corner from my family’s house on Forest Avenue in Wheaton, IL. I remember that picket fence and the sheep that once pastured on that land before it was developed … Continue reading

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