Rate this story Growing up in the Midwest, I always loved visits with my Aunt Bonnie. She was so different from my step-mother and my father. So open, so loving, even to a nephew who wasn’t related to her by blood. She also lived on the west side of town, so I got to see things and places with her that I didn’t see as a north sider. Things that may have reminded me of my first five years, living on the west side. More than anything else, Bonnie was beautiful. As a boy, I really didn’t notice that as...
