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On the back side of our property lies an abandoned gravel parking lot. Once, it’s tightly packed limestone gleamed white in the sun, but now after years of inactivity, the small stones have dissappeared like the hair on my head, leaving only large, craggily foundation...

When I was a kid, vacations were something that rich people did. I remember succinctly the first time I heard the phrase “going on vacation”. My friend said, “I won’t be at the fort tomorrow—we’re going on vacation.” “Yea…a vacation?” I asked, “What the heck’s a...