Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

request, Bob,” I said.

He gave me a small paper receipt and tucked my bills into the drawer with a heavy click.

Two hours later, the wind off the Mohawk River was cutting straight through my denim jacket as Tommy and I walked down Main Street toward the pharmacy. Tommy wore his father’s old olive-drab utility cap, the fabric too loose continue reading …