I didn’t leave in a hurry, because I thought I had more time.
Of all the nieces and nephews, I wasn’t the easiest to love.
TORONTO – Her arrival is announced by a rattling at the key hole. Aunt G and Uncle C share a look across the room. Their relationship with their neighbour is more than a friendship – it is a safety net, because they see each other every day. A missed visit would be a red flag. […]
From April 28, 2009 The VFW in Bigfork is about a quarter the size of the one in Kalispell. It’s a shack on the side of a hill and most of the parking is for the handicapped. There’s a small table inside reserved for the unnamed soldier. It has a white tablecloth and white dishes […]
From April 27, 2009 When we left the VFW in Kalispell, we started down the highway to Bigfork. It’s a twenty-minute drive, though, and Miller time happened halfway home, so we found ourselves at the Tall Pine Saloon, where an old biker was tending bar. The guys were ragging on him because he’d […]
From April 27, 2009 At the VFW lounge (Veterans of Foreign Wars, which I guess means no Civil War vets need apply), Aunt L made beeline for the machines while Aunt V and I sidled up to the bar. The VFW is a fairly large building, with a room in the back for […]