Where have the hours, days, weeks, months, years, the decades gone? How is that one moment I’m the little boy with his brothers, being held by his papa, looking through the coin-operated binoculars at Jones…
Where have the hours, days, weeks, months, years, the decades gone? How is that one moment I’m the little boy with his brothers, being held by his papa, looking through the coin-operated binoculars at Jones…