HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

one day when my son-in-law, Gareth, called to inform me his parents would be moving in. Not asked. Informed.

I did not argue. I bought three cellular wildlife cameras and mounted them under the eaves.

When Earl and Pauline rolled up the gravel drive a week later with suitcases, I met them on the porch before their boots hit the second step. They left continue reading …