By Patricia O'Donnell
A farmer in Iowa continued farming well into his 80s. He drove his air-conditioned tractor ten hours a day, even when there was nothing to till, nothing to plow, nothing to disc or harrow or plant.
By Kathryn Pallant
It was her father’s favorite station: polished marble, vaulted ceiling, windows straight from a mansion house. Just like the best library he ever went to, but never had time for until the end.
By Leonard Kress
In this morning’s backyard drama the tiny green bird has crashed into the glass of the sliding door
and lies feet up and claw-splayed on the brick patio.