Something snags in my memory seine to lodge and stay around until I deal with it. I rummaged around for the past few days to remember a happy time spent with childhood friends.
Then a bittersweet memory floated up.
The McDills ( name changed to allow dignity) lived in an old shack just over the hill and down the fence line from where we lived. Poor was just a suggestion, destitute was getting close to describe the family situation.
Mr. McDill was "off".
Mrs. McDill was a pillar of fortified steel. The kids that were still at home were worm yellowed, their noses drained thickened mucus, all wer...