When the Davis Family Association has its biennial meeting, The Magnolia Inn turns out the oil riggers and makes room for the relations. In front were parked three Cadillacs, a Toyota Camry and a truck that looked as if it had run into a...
When lightning dropped its whip ontothe Squirrel Hill, the explosionbroke the air all up and downthe rainy valley.
While Miss Capp, older than the Constitution, droned of checks and balances, I dutifully filled my notebook (college-lined), and prayed
