I guess I was presumptuous to boast modestly about my hot dog and marshmallow cooking skills in last week’s column. Roasting a hot dog, toasting a marshmallow—well, it’s not rocket science.
During the mid-30s, small farm dwellers were basically on their own to know how and when to do something.
Since the founding of our country, American politics has cultivated a difference of opinions. Even our Founding Fathers disagreed on issues while writing our Constitution.
In the shack at the Briar Circle campsite, I saw the tannish colored streak of a blur several times and wanted to catch it. It was a wood mouse.
During the 1930s when I was growing up at Hix, a certain job had to be done when time was available.