In We Had a Window Fan, the author shares a collection of memories, some more than 60 years old, that have been rambling about in the fuzzy chambers of the author's mind. In some instances, time has blurred the distinction between fact and fiction, reality and imagination, and softened the details so much so that even the author cannot attest to the perfect accuracy of each reflection. Regardless, it is the hope of the author that the reader will find some kinship to these memories and reflect upon their own individual lives and bring back some of their own treasured moments that attest to the absolute splendor of life.
Though we all have some recollections of things, events, and probably even people that we have encountered along life's journey that we wish had never happened or that have left holes in our hearts and scars on our souls, it is the hope of the author that all such reflections will remind us that we are all in some similar way related to one another in unspoken ways, united in an unseen bond that erases our differences and makes us kindred souls.