Excerpt of The Great Northern Express by Howard F. Mosher
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Our long- planned trip was no pipe dream, but my uncle and
I never got to take that literary odyssey. By the time I turned
twenty-one and graduated from college, Reg's wife, my aunt
Elsie, wasn't well, and I'd gotten married and taken a teaching
job in northern Vermont. Writing my way from book to book
and decade to decade, I set most of my own fiction in my adopted
Northeast Kingdom. I turned fifty. Then sixty. Approaching
my sixty-fifth birthday, with regrets for the trip not taken, I
began to feel that I had to do it now or never.
Then, in the late autumn of my sixty-fifth year, came the
walk to the post office that would change my life forever.
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