I have an idea for a story. Here is the title: Lessons learned from my father: a penny for a piece of wood, a firm handshake, and why you shouldn't take advantage of the LL Bean lifetime guarantee.
I'm Molly MacQuoid, named after a Canadian with a great sense of humor, good nature, and a taste for Scotch. A man I only know through stories, though there is a black and white photograph of me as a baby in his lap, trying grasp onto his legendary nose. He was like a brother to my grandfather and he brought the game of hockey to Wilton, Maine a long time ago.