Fireside Chats

I wanted his house to have a fireplace but there wasn’t one. Even San Francisco had cold nights.

Remembering that I left two other belongings in his care.What triggered that? The people from her line that I ran into. Today there were four or five Mormon missionaries in the store with me. They didn’t have their briefcases or backpacks but the white button-up shirts and second-hand slacks an inch or so too short. More telling, though, was the left hip and leg deformity of her line. The tell-tale sign of the Sons of Eve.