They’re mostly bare now, stripped of all foliage. Another years work almost done. Now a time for standing firm against
The four friends would meet on the last Friday of each month. A few drinks, a meal, a laugh and
“The strangest thing happened on my way here, I thought I saw Bob,” said Pat “You can’t have he’s dead,
A simple inscription carved in stone, there for eternity. Young boys destined to be craftsmen, chiseling, and working soft stone.
I walk into the room a little gingerly, my Beth is the only person I know. There are so many