The Stranger, The Stocking Cap, The Mittens

One cold and snowy winter night in the late 60’s, a Hare Krishna devotee arrived at Winnie’s door. This story came forward from the memory of my bonus brother, Greg, and I share it with you. On this cold winter night, Winnie and Herb answered a knock at the front porch door and saw aContinue reading “The Stranger, The Stocking Cap, The Mittens”