Does the place make the person, or does the person make the place?

  Anthony loved to squirt water – on all of us. My brother's job was to keep mom awake as she drove our little Volkswagen bug across the baking Nevada desert on our way to a place called Alpine – that was surrounded by a place called Utah. We had packed up our home in... Continue Reading →

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