May 13, 2009 EditionAlso in this issue...
Rain rain go away
"Rain rain go away little D.C. wants to play," Mom sang those words to me many times on a rainy day out at Possum Trot.
One redeeming thing about our little three-room house was the front porch with the cane bottom chair where I could sit and watch the rain.
Mom thought I was just being depressed about not being able to run and play out in the yard. Actually I just liked to watch and listen to the rain. continued...