Shot My Hat With A Shotgun

  One afternoon I went rabbit hunting with my friend Bill, my sister Connie, her date, and my fiancé Carol. I was wearing a hillbilly hat that I wore everywhere. Because we were hunting in a place where no rabbit wanted to live, Connie’s date found another way to have fun. He stole my hat,…

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Gentle Nudges—The Sheepherder

  My grandfather owned a farm in Afton, Wyoming where he kept sheep, dairy cows, a pig or two, horses to help him work the farm, a dog, and some chickens. Every spring he and his brother traveled to California to shear sheep and they worked their way home shearing for other ranchers, getting home…

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La Nona’s Sweater

  In December of 1967 I was living in the small city of Bergamo in Northern Italy. Towards the end of the month I had a sore throat along with a fever and general malaise. I was miserable but because I was young I didn’t pay attention to my health and went on with my…

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