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by Kostas Springfield

–”My father is a mirror in which I can only hope to catch a reflection of myself. He is the one I strive to model myself after.”–

“Where would we be right now if I did not have the restaurant? How else would I be able to provide for our family? Who would give me, a man without an education, a job?” My father would say these things whenever we had a father-to-son conversation. We would usually have these talks on car rise Continue reading

Part II – A Farm

At a certain times in our lives we consider every place as the possible site for a house. I have thus searched the country on every side within a dozen miles of where I live. In imagination I have bought all the farms, one after another, for all were to be bought an I knew their price.

The nearest that I came to actual ownership was when I bought the Hollowell place and had made preparations to begin farming. But before the owner completed the sale with Continue reading

“Thank you, Antipka,” she said sweetly. “I heard everything. I don’t know how to thank you.”

Before Antipka could reply, the merchant and his wife rushed in and first hugged their daughter and then hugged Antipka. Then the merchant beamed and his wife burst into tears again.

“You shall name your reward, my friend,” said the merchant. “Go away and think it over. And then come back and ask for whatever you want and you shall have Continue reading