BIRD CALLS PUNCTUATE THE AIR WHILE THE HUM OF A bee provides a soothing song. Only the train whistle permeates the serenity of Ravenswood Park, much the way it must have done for the “Hermit of Gloucester” a century ago. Mason Walton — the Hermit — hardly needed the distant reminder of another world. The world came to him……

Great Story Sharon. Thanks for digging it up.
After raising 4 boys That life sounds good to me.
P.S. Thanks for the T-Shirt. We’re not Glostaphobic. But It fits perfect for some of the old natives around here.
Take Care, Paul
Hey where’s Joey been?
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