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

to pick up from the north when we walked down Main Street toward the diner at four o’clock. Marcus was already sitting in the corner booth near the window, his leather vest unbuttoned and his helmet sitting on the bench beside him.

The waitress brought a basket of warm rolls and two bowls of chicken noodle soup for the kids without us having to ask.continue reading …