Harve de Grace

It is just a whistle stop along a lonely road. Gamblers and gangsters used to roam this village built at the confluence of the Susquehanna and Chesapeake Ricers. This is flat wooded farm country. There aren’t many folks around except of course for Earl, ever present, ever serving, as we wobble on to the capital of the greatest nation in the world.

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