The tree-lined vistas of Mineola are placidly simmering in the morning sun.
Without a word they climbed in and drove themselves to their dwelling—combined home and laboratory—in Mineola.
San Francisco had known him; the big races at Cincinnati; the hangars at Mineola.
With Mineola in mind and the tragedy she came near making out of it for herself, I ventured on a word of caution.
It was raining pretty hard when we got to Mineola, and no one came to bother me.
