INTERLUDE II Life with Neil: "Little Man"I don’t remember much about my parents, or about the day they died. Of course, I was all of a whole year old at the time, so I can be forgiven. I do know the details, however, or as many of them as I need to know.
Neil had been born five years ahead of me, and Nina had come along four years after him. Then me. Then, a year later, the accident.
Gram had stayed with "the kids" at home one hot, July day so Gramps could drive his rebuilt 1953 Studebaker Champion—bright red, white roof, whitewall tires—to Moultonborough for an antique car show. Mom and Dad had been with him, traveling up Route 106, when a farm truck almost as old as the Studebaker and hauling machine parts had lost its brakes coming off the Daniel Webster Highway outside of Laconia. Th
