Sitting down to write of pancakes, my mind drifts back to childhood on Saturday mornings. My Dad had John Denver turned up loud, “When the sun’s comin’up I got cakes on the griddle, Life ain’t …
Sitting down to write of pancakes, my mind drifts back to childhood on Saturday mornings. My Dad had John Denver turned up loud, “When the sun’s comin’up I got cakes on the griddle, Life ain’t …