By Lee Weinstein: It was late August. The loud pulsating buzz of cicadas filled the air; a sure sign of the approach of summer’s end. It was a time of transition, a time to get away, and as usual, I … Continue reading
By Lee Weinstein: It was late August. The loud pulsating buzz of cicadas filled the air; a sure sign of the approach of summer’s end. It was a time of transition, a time to get away, and as usual, I … Continue reading