• (0) The Great Penderbell Burglary

    For all of his seventy-seven years, my Great Uncle James Penderbell suffered from cold feet.  Every winter, and almost every night, his toes became an icy Arctic blue, and they burned, itched and stung.  His brothers might scoff that James was stiff at both ends and could only expect to have one bright idea every...

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