I recalled the two of us turning cartwheels in her grassy side yard in Pawnee Rock; running in circles on the tractor tire beneath the black walnut tree; sneaking up on her sister, Ida, who was sitting on the front porch with a boyfriend. Together, as kids, we were never bored. One day when we acquired a large cardboard box, we set it on roller skates; one climbed in and was pushed down the sidewalk. Then we thought, how much more fun that box would be if we rode it down the staircase in her... read more
