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Journalism On The Half-Shell

The men were look­ing for me. My com­pan­ion pointed to the dam and said the other side of that dam is a 300 foot fall; Dave could not have gone that way. The intrud­ers ques­tioned him as to the neces­sity of a dam, espe­cially at that height. Did the val­ley below ever really fill all the way up to this level and start flood­ing our river? As I looked down that seemed like an improb­a­ble if not impos­si­ble cir­cum­stance indeed. Con­tinue read­ing

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Mixed Up, Muddled Up

He grew a set of ears out of his shoul­ders. Long, nar­row ears, like a don­keys. Then his whole back erupted into a set of wings. And then those dis­solved back into his back, and another object grew out of his back. At times, he would even spell words in block let­ters as tall or taller than his head… Con­tinue read­ing

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