This Halloween I began to think of Miss Davis our neighbor and miss her mightily. Where have you gone, Miss Davis? You have gone to God, but if I could, I would be a boy again and knock on your door and say: “Trick or treat.” You would give me a red candy apple, almost the only unwrapped candy we could eat, because you were Miss Davis and my mom knew your gentle soul. As a most unfortunate reflection on... Read more












