It was a week before Christmas. I just had a large holiday party, there were still dishes in the sink from the night before and unwrapped presents in the spare bedroom. It was the phone call you never want to receive.
My aunt telephoned me from Hawaii telling me that my dad had gotten up in the middle of the night, got disorientated and fell
Imagine the Village if the Metro Gold Line people have their way: There will be a 30-foot-high train overpass at Indian Hill. This will be constructed on 30-foot concrete-walled berm abutments that will extend west to the townhouses and east to the Depot.
