He liked to come here on his lunch hour because no one could find him. He just grabbed the lunch cooler in his car, crossed Flank Road, and disappeared into the swamp. There was a fallen tree with lichens growing over it maybe 200 yards in, and the water rarely got so far out asContinue reading “Flank Road”
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His Smile Lit Up a Room and Other Things to Say at My Funeral 