BOWMAN: As the wine turns

Sharon Bowman As the wine turns –Flashback– Seamus wasn’t looking quite himself this morning. I’d made a Halloween pumpkin, carved out a carefully plotted set of eyes, one nose, one mouth. It glowed prettily with its fangs and squint, set on a windowsill. But that was a week ago. So long, Seamus, I glibly proffered […]