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Children of the Storm
A conversation with a friend made me think of my children. Rather, children, in general. Or maybe I mean the parents of children. “Do I really want to know the damage I’ve caused them?” My children love me. I know that, because they tell me on a regular basis. And it...
A Grand Slam
The Grand Canyon. The first time I saw this amazing natural wonder, I found it hard to believe. My first thought was, This is a painting. Our minds struggle to process a phenomenon so vast. Up to 18 miles wide and a mile deep, the Grand Canyon challenges our reality....
Entitled: King. Or Queen.
What started it all was a neighbor who bought a big, like in full size, four-wheel drive pickup truck with attitude. I don’t know if he made the purchase with attitude, per se. But the vehicle is obnoxious. Not by itself, sitting in a pasture near grazing cattle, or...
Connections
I had a dream last night about an old friend. He'd given a few albums to a consignment shop, and they sold them at a steep discount. His disappointment flowed freely. "I pushed them through the wrong door slot. They had more value to me than the shop asked for." The...
Mark Wm Smith
An overeducated, blue-collar cowboy, I grew up on along the banks of the Yellowstone River in Eastern Montana. Raised by a long haul trucker and a bartending waitress, I learned the hard ways of the modern frontier, scraping life from the unforgiving high chaparral.
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