Hidden Drawer
Tom crept into his father’s office. The desk was still there. Burnt oak inlaid with grey marble had always seemed a bold choice to Tom, especially for someone…
Tom crept into his father’s office. The desk was still there. Burnt oak inlaid with grey marble had always seemed a bold choice to Tom, especially for someone…
Matches, latches, clothing patches, Keys, Swiss cheese and batteries. Old film rolls and Dead Sea Scrolls I would not be surprised to see. Burgers, girders…
My Uncle Alastair died last week at the remarkable age of 110. Alastair Keckilpenny was my Great, Great Uncle on my Mother’s side of the family. I met him only…