It was just dumb luck that in 1985 I befriended Pat Newman., a septuagenarian woman who had connections in the community. I found her stories fascinating, and let her know, as I would hang on the tales she would tell.…
Pete’s Dad and Mother and Brother Dick left for their Home in Old La Sal about a week after Little Pete was born. John stayed a few more days to work in the mine with Pete. Puge moved his family…
“I tossed my empty out the window and popped the top from another can of Schlitz. Littering the public highway? Of course I litter the public highway. Every chance I get. After all, it’s not the beer cans that are…