terryallen's blog

When I was a child, my family took summer-long trips to Michigan, fleeing the Washington, D.C., area to immerse ourselves in the gentle, old-time, pine-trees-and-picnics climate of my parents' hometown. That precious time of reunion with the extended family encompassed teasing from my grandfather and lectures in hygiene from Grandma, who literally scrubbed me behind my ears, and tree-climbing and fishing with my cousin Robert who knew me better than anyone will ever know me again.