My maternal grandmother, “Gee-Gee,” bubbled with gossip about the denizens of her leafy Richmond street, nine miles from my childhood home in rural Henrico County, Virginia. When I was about eight, one of Gee-Gee’s neighbors, Mrs. Tresnon, went into decline, and Gee-Gee launched what can only be deemed a buzzard watch. She took to calling […]

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