Once Upon A Time In Falconer
Once upon a time, long ago now, I spent a lot of of time in the City of Falconer, which I found to be a magical little place. It was the home of my mother’s sister and her little family of four, and they were ensconced on a tiny little street named Grace, which at the time was inhabited by five or six houses all set on just one side of the street. On the other side lay a vast expanse of nothing, or so it seemed to me, with a highway somewhere far afield. And like all good highways, few kids knew where it went and where it came from. Occasionally my little cousin, who was once a ...