“The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.” ~ Gustave Flaubert
When I was a kid our address was simply RR4 West Liberty. There was no box number, no highway number, no road name, just Rural Route 4. Further up 191 from our house in Malone lived my paternal grandparents. They had a party line telephone until well into the 1980’s. Their mail didn’t come to their house, but to the tiny post office at the end of Railroad Fork in Cannel City. Their address was just General Delivery. My, how things have changed.
july 19, 2020 – the outhouse: where art goes
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