The road to regret

Uncle Choll (given name Charles) was my grandfather’s younger brother. Whereas Grandpa, a factory foreman, was a little rough around the edges, Choll was sweet and refined. He worked in a fine men’s store in St. Louis, dressed beautifully even for a cookout, and dearly missed his late wife, Edna, known as “Eddie.” We all… Continue reading The road to regret