Whitlow-Mazer

A short story loosely based on a youthful adventure in Pimlico.   The statue of limitations has expired.   I considered getting a photograph of the old building, but decided not to wander down that deadend alley again.

Whitlow-Mazer

It was a fine Saturday morning in 1961, free of the heat the summer sun would bring later.  I got up early to enjoy my vacation.  I had to recuperate from the eighth grade.

Today I was to meet the two Tommies at old lady Brewer’s tree.  Mrs. Brewer hates for use to climb her shade sycamore, but we do it anyway.

link to full story

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.