Adrift in Amber Waves of Grain
And then there are the fireworks.
No windfall came, and I am now forever grateful for that.
Orwell is still trying to get us straightened out.
I have known Rick since we first met in Kindergarten and went on together through 12th grade, long before he became once and forever a Marine.
At this stage of my life I do no research.
In the field he could roll a cigarette, for the most part with one hand, in a gale force wind.
For the most part I labor in near-total isolation in the company of a couple of sleeping dogs.
The wallpaper had fallen off the walls in the living room and lay on the floor.