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An open letter

Dear Little Thing,I don’t know who or what you are, but it’s time you learned about me.I came to live with Sam and Monica during the summer of 1999. I’m not proud to say this, but I was living in a cardboard box at a trailer park in Winnemucca,...

Montana Reflections

Sam’s family, thanks to his great-grandfather’s handiness, are the proud owners of a lake cabin in southern Montana. It’s shared among a smattering of extended family, so it runs like a timeshare without the swindling or free dinner coupons. The...