Tag Archives: Brothers
House of the Bleeding Tongue
House of the Bleeding Tongue I have only a foggy recollection of the house on the outskirts of Cumberland, Maryland. It was on a hill, that much I remember, and to this day I carry the bumpy scar on my … Continue reading
100 Yard Dash
We measured it carefully with a 100 foot tape, dad’s longest tape in an encased disk. Starting at the mailbox, a natural line post, I held the disk and you pulled the tape all the way down tar-covered Buckskin Road … Continue reading
Cogito ergo scribo 