Time to think and feel like a kid again.
It was one of those idyllic evenings, the kind in books where everything’s just a little too perfect.
Oversized snowflakes floated softly down on the summertime tourist town of Medora, N.D., population 100 from September through May. A couple of fresh, fluffy inches covered the ground.
I was 1973 or ’74, I was about five or six...
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