April 8, 2018
For the past twenty or maybe twenty-five years, ever since the kids left and life slowed down, today was my favorite Sunday of the year. Masters Sunday. The futon on the screened-in porch. A slow burning Cohiba or Montecristo that had been stashed away all winter, just for today. A tall, cold glass of Diet...
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