Once again FB ditched this as spam so here’s this week’s story – a certain secondary character began nudging me for page time, but I’m not writing him a book, so I gave him a little space here to play.   Our Own Way   The clear high C from Brody’s flute pierced the stillness of the auditorium as ten thousand fans held their breaths and leaned into the plaintive ending of “Fathoms Deep.” He … Continue reading Sunday Story – Our Own Way