Kazin's Summer: The Way to Highland Park Sitting on the marble steps of the old, traditional American church, I began to feel cold. Two oriental lions, carved out of old white marble, surrounded me. Their faces were mean, and they seemed to be staring at something. As the beasts remained perfectly still, tiny creatures – black ants and brown bugs –very busily walked on their backs. As I looked around from my cold spot on the step, I could see an old, brick house. This house was like none other
I've never written before,well not on this scale,at least! I don't know what gave me the urge to tell my story,possibly the fact that I am currently out of work and a bit bored. Maybe this is my new job.....writing? That will be up to you good people out there if you buy my book! First and foremost,let's make one thing clear! I am not an alcoholic! Experts in the medical profession will disagree due to the copious amounts which I have put away over the years, but with me it it not an addiction