Day: September 10, 2018
The Russians Are Coming
Summer 1961. My summers were endless days of playing with my sisters, with nothing more urgent than deciding what we wanted to do next. Playing on the old grapevine, which never bore any grapes…
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Summer 1961. My summers were endless days of playing with my sisters, with nothing more urgent than deciding what we wanted to do next. Playing on the old grapevine, which never bore any grapes…
