Tuesday, April 2, 2024
When I think of Nan, it involves Bill as well.
When I'd come home from work in the summer, they would be sitting comfortably in their backyard. Before I would enter my house, I would sit with them and schmooze, often with a glass of wine.
I still miss schmoozing with her, she always filled me in on the happenings of Glenwood Avenue.
