Tall Tail

Dear Reader,

Why respond to Pewter’s complaints? You couldn’t make her happy if you blew a fan on her in Hell.

Now, to this book. Walking along the creek mentioned herein, there are rock outcroppings and small caves. I didn’t mention it, but lingering in these old hideouts I could smell ancient tobacco odors, the tang of long-ago fires. Made me think about the cats and dogs who traveled with the fugitives, warning them of danger. I’m sure some of them were tiger cats.

Guess we never will know all of our history, but anything that happened in this country happened to us, too. Still does.

Ever and Always,