Mass killing. Guns. Knives. Bombs. Virus. Mosquitoes. Mosquitoes? There are forty-three less hikers in Colorado alone this year that would LOVE to beg to differ, but they can’t. They’re dead. Done in by mosquitoes. In 1966, under the summer lights of our Little League baseball games, I would stand in center field where the brightestContinue reading “Of All the Ways…”
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Memories
I’d better write about this subject while I still have a horse in the race. I have always had a great memory. Of course, the Domestic Despot Karen says I have a very selective memory. I beg to differ. It’s just getting worse. I can remember the most minute details of the most immemorable timesContinue reading “Memories”
