“Mom, are you sinkin’ (thinking) what I’m sinkin’? It’s a perfect day for a picnic.” -Eva Jewel (four-years-old) I can still see Dad slide the green Coleman cooler out the back of the truck, both hands on the handles and a slight lean of his back to support the heavy load in his arms. My mother would already be covering the picnic table with a tablecloth. She would hardly approve of a picnic without one, except on the rare occasion […]
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