In Queens, NY, Thanksgiving is when the cold begins to arrive. As I stepped out of our '72 El Camino, onto the gravel driveway, I looked...

In the summer of 1978, we had spent a cool weekend at my uncle’s farm. We often went several times during the spring and summer to help...

It was a hot night. I laid in bed trying not to think about how hot it was. The cool sheet that laid over my skin felt good for a brief...