July 2012
gathering days...forty one
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Have you ever stood on the curb of a conversation and watched your words come careening around the corner, tilted on two wheels at full speed ready to slam into the car in front? It all happens so quickly.
Follow are the hours of wishing those words could just hit reverse. But they don’t.
I seem to say the most stupid things to the people I love the best. And I wonder, how did I...
gathering days...forty
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It was a day of days.
Brisket smoking in the smoker.
ATV’s to ride at will.
Fish to catch, clay pigeons to shoot, corn on the cob and homemade ice cream with hot fudge.
The three-year old watched as a fish was reeled in and backed away when it’s sheer size scared him as it lunged and thrashed on the muddy bank. An uncle came to his rescue. “His name is Walter, he came...
