Last autumn, I visited the beautiful little town of Cresco, Iowa, the place where my mother had lived as a little girl. Grandpa Fiske had been the proprietor of a successful general store and had built a beautiful house for him and his family there during the early part of the 20th Century. I got to see those places and I also got to meet Kathy and Chuck, owners of the Cresco Motel. We got to be great friends and they were wonderful to me. Among many other gestures of friendship, they invited me to dinner the day before I left. At the appointed hour, we gathered in the part of the motel...
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