One morning in early October 1935, Henry woke up around 5. He threw on his overalls and boots, his brown canvas field jacket, grabbed his .22 pistol, a chunk of cornbread from the kitchen, filled a quart jar with water from the spring, and headed into the woods after gray squirrels. Henry knew he would… Read more
Magic. What is magic? Some would say it’s card, coin, or stage tricks. Illusions and sleight of hand. Others would say it’s the feeling you get opening presents while surrounded by family on Christmas morning. Still there are others would would say that when a man and woman fall in love that that’s magic. Skeptics, sentimentals, and… Read more
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