REGGIE’S STORY Reggie is one of those big, sissified boys, brown curly hair, horn-rimmed glasses. He talks in that cultivated, well-modulated voice — his idea of what an intellectual should sound like. Although we tell Reggie’s story for him, this story is basically true, except that we were kind enough to give “Reggie” a pseudonym.) My father died when I …
Smoke hangs over our forest cabin
It is early morning in the Black Hills of South Dakota, and the sun has yet to awaken the wind that has been blowing the sick smell of a nearby forest fire our way. We will see what happens as the day progresses. The fire is southwest of town in the Sheridan Lake area and is a threat to many …
COYOTE’S CORNER: He who laths last, laughs best
COYOTE’S CORNER: When I was young, and my friends were young, we strode boldly across the rugged prairies and brooding mountains of our beloved state. We were fearless, improvident, immortal. We were like a bunch of young coyotes, and pleased to fulfill our purpose in life of serving as horrible examples. Let us tell you some of our stories. DUEL …