Harvey S. Wright

I briefly knew Harvey three years ago. He told me a story I have never forgotten. I took notes on it. For many years when he was a child and then through his teen years, Harvey and a brother slept on the roof of their house. "My father built a tent on the roof on the back of the house." The two boys reached it through a hole their father cut in the roof. "My brother and I loved that tent. To hear the birds at night, to see the lightening in the rain. We really enjoyed it. We thought we were...