By Nellie Curtiss … In the evenings now on my itty-bitty deck, I noticed I needed a sweater as the sun dropped on the horizon and the moon woke up. Neighbors had their grills steaming too—it smelled a lot like hamburgers and steaks, to me. Earlier, I drove through the DQ drive-up for a freshContinue reading “Sweater weather, an auto tour and Curley cone“
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