A Well Lived Life Book 9 AnalaChapter 25 The Big C
April, 1984, Chicago, Illinois My plans to get my schoolwork out of the way for Joyce’s visit hit a roadblock when I arrived home on Monday. I had a message on my answering machine from the union electrician. His brief message said that there were some changes and additions they wanted, and he asked me to call right away. I sighed and dialed the number he’d left. We spent twenty minutes discussing the changes, and I made copious notes. I looked at my calendar, checked my syllabi, and told...