So…we live in the age of the common man…and each one of us has a story. Witness the millions of bloggers in cyberspace…including me. Why should anyone be interested in their neighbor’s story?
I got a brusque reminder of this startling reality, when I perkily marched up to my neighbor to tell him with great glee about the oak tree we have growing between our two houses. Continue reading “If a Common Man Screams in the Woods…”