Perhaps the worst day yet of winter weather. Fierce wind, blowing snow. Of course, Charlie loves it. And he enthusiastically routed a small herd of mice from its warm nest at the edge of a tombstone, and then just watched them scamper.
Day: December 17, 2015
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Boston, 1972: Part Four
Previously …
Part One
Part Two
Part Three