I remember the joys of autumn I experienced as a child. One particular memory I have is my Grandma Driscoll taking me around town to experience the glories of Fall displayed on the trees around town. We would ride in that gray Oldsmobile Cutlass with the burgundy interior and ooh and awe at the brightContinue reading “The Memories of Autumn”
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