This story was first published in http://www.storiesserved.com on July 22, 2016 There were always boats in my life. Dad always had a floatable hull sitting atop concrete blocks on the lawn. He spent countless hours sanding peeling paint and varnishing brightwork. There were always a seized manifold or coughing carburetors dissected on a table. He… Continue reading A Boat Story
Category: Back in the Day Stories
A Fig Tree Grows in a Yard
Great Grandma arrived on an early autumn Sunday. She traveled from Brooklyn in the backseat of Uncle Tony’s black Buick sedan. Despite her 87 years, she swung the back door open and pulled herself out just as the car came to a full stop.
