May 16
Bethesda, Fifty Years Earlier
Mason held the sharpened pencil tight between the fingers of his right hand, his left hand pressing so firmly down on the pages of the blank journal that his knuckles were white.
Mason held the sharpened pencil tight between the fingers of his right hand, his left hand pressing so firmly down on the pages of the blank journal that his knuckles were white.The recent Doors song, “Light My Fire,” played softly in the background.
The recent Doors song, “Light My Fire,” played softly in the background.“Come’on baby light my fire.
“Come’on baby light my fire.“Try to set the night on fi-ire, yeah!”
“Try to set the night on fi-ire, yeah!”The words drifted from the radio past Mason’s ears.
The words drifted from the radio past Mason’s ears.“The time for h
