In the early sixties, I often walked home from school with Gordie, the boy I married a few years later. We would part ways at his family drug store, and I would continue on my way. Sometimes, I stopped to watch him wash the store windows, just so our conversation could continue. Gord had worked in the pharmacy from an ear... Continue Reading
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