I can imagine you on it. The museum placard declares it able fit for dozens with a keel spine longer than these other boats
Where there were only dirt and needles, I laid a floor of hardwood and shellac. I plaited walls into the forest.
Last century we took a lot of shots Of what we did, framing things for Look and Life So we could see us and our lot
Ray and his second wife drove into Bakerton on a clear winter morning, in a Ford they’d rented at the Pittsburgh airport. They’d been off the highway for two hours, traveling a road that snaked through mountains, alongside streams and...
