Memories of Rose
Memories of RoseMy name is Howard Beech. I’m an old man living in God’s country, otherwise known as the Eastern Upper Peninsula. My little corner of this haven is called Cottage Park, ten miles or so south of Sault Ste. Marie. It’s almost midnight, December 31, 1999, and since I’m alone and feeling a bit downhearted, I’ve a mind to share my thoughts with you. The New Year’s coming in cold and hard, blowing and storming and making a right mess of the roads, tossing cars into ditches, smothering rich and poor alike underneath a mountain of snow. I heard there’s a hundred car pile-up on northbound I-75 near Grayling. Five dead, many injured. I listened to the radio until the battery ran down, then I stirred the coals in the woodstove and made myself a cup of tea and a piece
