Decatur Clary, a Literary Sampler

Someone once compared life to a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get until you choose a piece and bite into it, and then it’s too late. If they were talking about the heart shaped sampler my father always gave my mom to mark any occasion that didn’t warrant a real present, everything good was eaten the first day. On the second day, if no one was watching and you got something nasty, you’d slip it back into the box with the bite marks down and hope nobody noticed while ...