August 13, 2020
By now I should have learned to be careful about what I ask for. In this space last week, I commented about missing my late father’s story suggestions.
Saturday afternoon a childhood friend called and suggested the day he smashed my finger would be a good topic for this week’s column.
Tom was in town to visit his nearly 100-year-old father and while here he drove out to look at the site where we attended country school. Though in our grade school days he was older than this writer, I was the biggest. We lived on the same quarter section and often went to school together. We lived abo...