July 22, 1915 I decided to cross the river and walk to work through Steamboat.  Lately, I have gone along the railroad tracks because I didn’t want to think about Corina. But a little voice in my head said, Walk through town. It has been a while.  I shared the Second Street Bridge with a […]

July 22, 1915 “That dog is drinking out of the toilet!” Maggie replied, “Freshest water in the house, and he knows it.” Charlie left the water closest with only the slightest bit of water dripping from his muzzle. “Do you know who I am?” “You’re Fred C. Williams.” Looking up from the pot she briskly […]