*** Just a Week View Previous Week *** I took the porch steps two at a time. I’d done this for as long as I could remember and my mom always said –
“Seth! How many times have I told you to be careful on those old steps? I’m going to have your father fix them sooner or later.” Joann Brown, my mom, opened the screen door to allow me inside.
I’d bet she’d been waiting there for a while for me to arrive. I hadn’t visited much since I went to college three years ago. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, I was just busy. It was hard to make the seven hour drive from Michigan to West Virginia on my own.