Category: Groaning

Winter Insulators Again…Part 3.

I handed dad his thermos of coffee, got out mine and my sandwich.  Dad looked, where’s my sandwich?  Where did you put it?, I asked.  It was on the table with yours, he said.  You told me not to touch your sandwiches, remember?  Dad… Continue Reading “Winter Insulators Again…Part 3.”

Winter Insulators! Part 4.

Finally he called to me to come over to where he was sitting.  By this time I was nearly frozen.  Are we leaving?  Of course not, said dad.  But you can stay here for a while and I will get those crossarms.  Let me… Continue Reading “Winter Insulators! Part 4.”