: About Me

Billy Joel sang on the radio as we pulled up in front of the old church at the end of the dirt road. The church was white clapboard with a steeple; I had the feeling that our car had taken us back in time. It was a warm, colorful summer day the blue sky stretched over the vivid green grass and yellow corn fields with the bright white church in the middle. We got out of the car, but instead of going to the front door under the steeple and stained glass, went to the back and descended the stairs into the cool basement. It had the musty smell of an old basement, but was big and well lit. Wind...