By Tony Russell|
“Say, did you happen to make it to that Memorial Day ceremony downtown?” I asked my elderly neighbor, Mrs. Dichter.
“What’s that?” she asked. “You have to remember to face me when you’re talking, or your voice wanders off in another direction.”
“The Memorial Day ceremony downtown,” I said, facing her and yelling. “Did you go?”
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