It was three years of drudgery; it was thirty-six months of joy.
It started in a small city; it involved a metropolitan area.
Yes. I have read my share of novels by Charles Dickens. And I enjoyed them.
I was … an English major!
I have fond memories of reading Dickens and even fonder memories of the classes taught by Dr. Sells and Dr. Bleasby in New Wilmington, Pennsylvania.
In London with the college choir, several of us broke away from the guided tour to visit the Dickens Museum.
A smile comes over my face and a mist covers my eyes.
Happy 200th, Mr. Dickens.
I wonder what you would write today?
See you along the Trail.