A few months ago, Mom handed me a fat file of papers that my late grandmother had collected. She suggested I might find items that would contribute to my book series World Without Sound. God bless Grandma! Our letters to her send me right back to childhood. Here is...
I am not a happy camper. As in: sleep in a tent. As in: cook over a fire. As in: dig a latrine. EWWWW!! Tents invite mosquitoes. Creepy crawly things join me as I try to sleep on a bed of rocks. How can I gauge the temperature of an iron skillet over an open flame? My...
