See With A Hunter's Heart
7:00am Thursday, November 02, 2017
I can see the old Ohio farm with the eyes of my heart, anytime that I like. I intersected with its fallow fields and fence lines for what was really only a brief period of my youth before moving back out West. And every time that I look, the mental image is always the same: It's November. Fat raindrops patter stalks of grasses that lie flat to the ground. Sodden soil curls like dough around my...

