It was already winter in the mountains. My mother and I had driven to Virginia from Ohio, to see my […]
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It was already winter in the mountains. My mother and I had driven to Virginia from Ohio, to see my […]
My father was a hunter. Of sorts. He was a working class Ohio high school dropout. But once a year […]
Longer ago than I care to remember, I worked for a semester at the Field Museum in Chicago. My college […]
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