Larry Sydow

Me and Jesse - Me and Danny

PRELUDE BY DAD My grandmother died when I was seven, and we moved to the “Home Place.” A shallower, crumbling cave replaced the “West Place” farm’s deep, scary cave. It was not as frightening as the deeper cave. However, some bricks in the curved ceiling had fallen, making its surface a dangerous place to play. In addition, I suspected some connection between those two caves and a portion of the unfinished dirt walls under our parlor floor.