A Letter to my Grandchildren

Dear Grandchildren: Once upon a time (that’s the way all stories begin) the town clerk went about the street calling out, “there is going to be a town meeting at the riverside at daybreak tomorrow’’. So, all the village menfolk and many inquisitive youngsters were out bright and early that morning. Each man was asking his neighbor of the purpose of that meeting. The questioning ceased as the clerk cupped his lips for everybody to hear. He said, “Mr. Abdul is buying a piece of property from Mr....