When I was young, my family lived that apartment life for several years before being able to afford a mortgage. I don’t remember much about the apartments, save for thin walls and scuttling roaches, but I do remember the dumpster. As one of those leave-the-house-after-lunch-come-back-for-dinner kinds of kids, I spent many a Saturday afternoon unobserved, which […]
DIVING DEEP by John David Anderson
