I read the Heinlein short aloud to the wife on a quick road trip to Atlantic City. She did not handle it well when I began to weep near the end.
“The Man Who Traveled In Elephants.” Save it for when you want to feel good, in a complicatedly sad sort of way.
I read the Heinlein short aloud to the wife on a quick road trip to Atlantic City. She did not handle it well when I began to weep near the end.
“The Man Who Traveled In Elephants.” Save it for when you want to feel good, in a complicatedly sad sort of way.