Halloween

I have no idea how he died. I think they told me, but I was too terrified to hear a word of it. Between the chattering of my teeth and the knocking of my knees, I'd become temporarily deaf. “Come touch the dead man,” said one of them as I was passing by. “Don’t be chicken,” teased another. Being the man that I was at the ripe old age of 10, I walked up the driveway and took my place in Read More about A Halloween Memory: The Time I Touched Death