Roberta McKern
This is a tale of old bottles.
Once, a pair of 5-year-old twins lived in a little house with their mother and father and younger sister and brother. About two blocks south flowed a small river.
On an overcast, cold, late fall day the two young girls were sent out to play in their yard but their interests lay elsewhere. Before long, pulling their small red wagon, they were river-bound.
They remembered a…