"...Once upon a time"

This morning I set my dark matter pocket watch, and portaled. You become as a feather on the breath of Angels. A roadside just outside of Kittery Maine. Tuesday April 27th, 1938, CE.

I thought I'd be alone.

I often like to wander the countryside of past eras. I happened on a family with car trouble. They asked if I knew about engines. I said no. I was a writer. The older lady said, "...oh for them Colored newspapers?" I said: "...in a way."
They were a farm family. We chatted about what FDR said on the radio, and how hard the past winter was. Generous they offered me some of their packed lunch. The little girl let me hold her doll. Anne Frank was very right. People really are good at heart.