Old Man Moore was a maestro of the hand-fed printing press in my father’s print shop. With his ruddy, grizzled face, gap-toothed grin, and ink-stained, battered clothes, he looked like he’d just walked in from one of Dickens’ London alleys. On his good days he was a competent pressman….continue
Bride Looked Beautiful
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