Places, Please by Marian Allen “This is his first official martini,” said Gran. “You’d better make sure it isn’t too dry.” The waiter bowed to Gran, “Of course, ma’am.” He bowed to Grantham. “Happy birthday, sir.” “Thank you, Andrew.” It was disconcerting to be in…
CSA V. NYC by Marian Allen “The community should support agriculture, but we’re not a community. We’re just two people! What are we supposed to do with this?” Lisa held a gallon plastic bag of lettuce in each hand and could only stare at the…
Nearly Free by Marian Allen The land wasn’t free, but it nearly was. The government opened land for purchase on the frontier. In 1819, Benjamin and Stella, newlyweds, snapped up thirty acres at two dollars an acre. Hunting and fishing were good. He cleared some…
