Summary
It happened in 1960, but I remember it like yesterday.
That late fall Sunday in rural Wisconsin was cold and blustery. The old farmer a mile down the road had died, and today was the auction. I loved to hear the auctioneer, so I walked down the road and listened to a lifetime collection of possessions being sold to the highest bidder. After an hour I tired of the sale and headed home.See the full content of this document
Extract
Missed Opportunity
Standing at the end of the drive were two figures hunched in their overcoats and rubbing their ears to ward off the biting cold. They were hand...
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