Dec
23
Not Even a Mouse—-Or—-a Sparrow
December 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment
When I was much, much younger, I often wondered what it was going to be like to be–say–60–or so. The Christmases came and went in blind succession, and the line “not even a mouse” swerved in and out of them–giggling, it seemed. Not even a mouse. And not a single sparrow that would fall without […]