Going Back Just In Time

A second trip to Goodwill unlocks a 60-year-old treasure

My two daughters are somehow convinced my youngest son is a time traveler.

When he was a toddler, and just beginning to talk (he hasn’t stopped), he told my wife, quite convincingly, that he was speaking with his friend named Janice. That was my mother’s name.

My son, who is named after my late father, Bernard, was not even born when my mother died, mean…