About six months ago, I was by my Chromebook sipping a coffee. The time was 11:30 AM. I started noticing that my vision was worse than what it was a few minutes before. By noon time I was positive my vision was deteriorating fast. I phoned my eye physician but he was at the surgical center. I left a message for the doctor.

The staff at the eye phys

The following story is a true story. It happened in the summer of 1965. The character whose name does not appear in the title of this story was not mechanically coordinated. Since that character is the electrician's helper in this story, why name him? I mean the point is to tell you a story. So here I go .....

I know, I know. The reader is no

A Vignette.

George Henderson drove his van into the parking lot in front of the two story brick wall South Point Mansion. He parked his van.

The phrase 'George Henderson Electrical Contractor' was painted on both sides of the van.

George sat there for a few moments. Then he opened the door and got out of his van.

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