There’s a dusty wooden jewelry box on a nondescript table in the basement of my home in Muskegon. I haven’t opened it in more than four years, but hardly a day goes by that I don’t think about its contents.
There’s a dusty wooden jewelry box on a nondescript table in the basement of my home in Muskegon. I haven’t opened it in more than four years, but hardly a day goes by that I don’t think about its contents.