Veeder: Childhood homes bring back ghosts no matter how long we’re away

November 23, 2013 at 1:15 pm in Uncategorized

It’s just a ribbon of asphalt. Yellow lines swish and break, swish and break on the other side of the windshield in my dad’s little white Ford.
There was a time when pickups didn’t have back seats. Kids like me, we would sit on the passenger continue reading on