a reminiscence by Dan Lorber
My old neighbor, Arthur Roberts, died Thanksgiving morning, alone in his house. He was my portal into a time gone by, a time where frugality was the reigning ethic and the country life was the only life a man ever knew. Arthur was a 19th century man living into the 21st century. He was 86, could barely walk at the end, and he was tough as nails.
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