I recently came across two old envelops snugly filed away. One was weathered and showed its age with the shade of yellow that only archived paper achieves. Hidden within this envelop -postmarked Albuquerque 1959- was a letter to my grandmother “written” by a two-week old me. The other envelop from the past, too, but not … Continue reading At Ground Level: a tattered envelop
That brings me to musing about luck; do we wait around hoping luck will find us or do we make our own luck? I’ll use the acronym L.U.C.K.