by Barnie Day
We talk, we write, we revel in the power of words.
Even as a small boy I never could get past a hornet’s nest without throwing something at it. Most anything would do—sticks, rocks, pop bottles, shoes—but my projectile of choice was a brick. More
Monday, February 14, 2005
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