“Rise ahnd shine! Rise…AHND…shine!” I woke every school morning to my mom’s southern voice abrasively carrying through the house. I dealt with it by imagining her as a Pterodactyl, and I’d mimic her catchphrases with dinosaur screeches as I flapped my arms and ran around the house like a scene in a Ray Harryhausen film.Continue reading “Episode 6: Spectre of the Gun – Hunting, Gathering, and Reading”
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Jeff Gauntt-Quiceno 