When I lived in Germany from 1985 to 1989, I observed (with great awe) the epitome of efficiency from my German neighbors and friends. While I was always running out on Saturday mornings just before the local shops closed at noon for the rest of the weekend, my friend...
From the series: Life on Dog Hill One of my fondest childhood memories is visiting my paternal grandparents’ home. They lived in a small, white farm house on forty acres in north Alabama. In the early years, cattle roamed the fields, pigs and chickens occupied the...
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