It starts like this: “There was always lots of snow then, and you’d go out with your brother wearing your scratchy wool jacket and hole-y mittens and corduroy pants worn smooth, along with those leaking galoshes, and you’d build snow forts and an arsenal of snowballs…” but the ending belongs to you.
Ned White is a writer, novelist, crossword puzzle constructor, humorist, traveler through 49 states, and at times a danger in the kitchen. He lives with his wife in South Thomaston.
Mexican eatery happy hour good but dinner better
Taste of India in downtown Bangor to reopen on Friday, after renovations
Living a life of books is sweet like this Chocolate Chip Cookie Pie recipe