Louis Roney: Au revoire, adios, goodbye
In November 1982, I launched what was meant to be no more than a canoe ride and ended up being more than a fleet of vessels from anywhere and everywhere.
In November 1982, I launched what was meant to be no more than a canoe ride and ended up being more than a fleet of vessels from anywhere and everywhere.
Having spent my youth in Winter Park (1931 forward through grammar and high school) furnishes me with an endless supply of factual memories.
Years ago in London, I was chatting in an immaculate kitchen with an old friend I shall call Frohe. Frohe had a Kleenex in her hand. I sat on a stool and sipped her rich coffee.
