Golden light on this beauty and I walk in and see. Ohhhhh!!! Don’t move, I tell her.
and she gives me what I want. I take the only shot of that Thanksgiving feast. 127 more words
By Jane Gutman, CW’73, PAR’14, PAR’16
It is difficult to imagine that in 1944 Fred Jordan came to Skid Row and found hungry people living in boxes with their meager possessions strewn around the asphalt. 912 more words