Native Places: Laughter of Children

The Laughter of Children  “My neighborhood is so damn quiet,” a friend said. “When we moved in thirty years ago, children were everywhere. Now it’s quiet and all of a sudden we’re old.” Just then laughter parted the air. Children were playing nearby. “It’s the Woodruff kids,” my friend said with a smile. “A new … Continue reading Native Places: Laughter of Children