The Value of Life
I often think about my great-grandmother's life as the embodiment of simplicity. As a young woman she immigrated to America. She was Polish, and that meant frugal. She had no indoor plumbing in the house her husband built. She had an artesian well that supplied all her fresh water needs and kept bottles of Nehi Grape and Coca-Cola magnificently cold. It bubbled up like grace.
She had apple and pear trees and an extensive ...