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How I came to Dingley Dell - a short story made long with lots of detours. Part 1 A friend asked recently how the Fearless Leader of Kreskes...

The cabinets are slowly emptying. The refrigerator contains little more than pickles and condiments. I am washing walls and baseboards in pr...

All I wanted was a spoonful of peanut butter.  I wasn't the only one desperate for a taste of home. There were twelve of us living in ...