Deported
Have to make nice with the guys who have the power to deport us foreigners.
Have to make nice with the guys who have the power to deport us foreigners.
And strangely, for about five minutes the searing sun of the Kansas summer isn’t hot.
A trio of pheasants, two hens and a rooster, scoot into the grassy fencerow.
It would be almost impossible to cram in anymore summertime…
Tim and I can wait no longer and we make our way out onto the dock.
So this evening I mixed up a couple tubes of JB Weld and put the puzzle back together.
They are an ugly, slimy, whiskery slug of a fish with beady eyes and a trio of sharp spines.
From time to time folks ask Laura and I how we met. As it is with every story, there are two sides…