I remember my colorful, recently departed uncle starting a conversation like this: "I recently read something about... doorways. Like when you walk through them, it does something to your brain. Something when you enter a new room... Hm. I don't remember." He proceeded to take a sip of his homemade hooch and we carried on making memories at that family reunion, as we did for so many good years. This was many years ago, and that anecdote always stuck in my brain. It piqued my curiousity, but I...| George Mandis
Local amateur historian and occasional beloved family member Paul Poppavich vehemently dismisses news of fascism’s rising international tide, despite an encyclopedic knowledge of World War II history.| The Hard Times