A Mystery on May Eighteenth…by Robert M. Katzman
(Written Wednesday, May 19, 2016) 6 am Another day. Still here. My lower back is frozen. I stretch my knees to my chest for a while. Body still works if I do what it requires to please it. You grow older, things fall apart. More than just the sixty miles, returning to Illinois is more … Continue reading A Mystery on May Eighteenth…by Robert M. Katzman
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