“His name was Short Dog. One night he got drunk and high and came out and sat on the train tracks. The train tried to stop but it hit him. It happened about a month ago. Short Dog had a wife, a house and a job, he just drank too much. We all miss him.”
I just have to educate myself on a new way to tell these stories
“My grandfathers were coal miners. They raised large families: six on one side, ten on the other. They raised a lot of...







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