I do believe in fairies. I do! I do!

The belief of a young child is limitless.  Every new thought has a power greater than an adult can possibly experience.  There is little current of expectation to wash it away.  It is concentrated, potent imagination.  So potent that if you can read this you are likely unable to reproduce such a great imagination without … Continue reading I do believe in fairies. I do! I do!

Slaughter house rules

The thin slime of dissolved animal flesh that coated every surface of grandpa's slaughterhouse was occasionally thick enough to skate on in boots. Working for grandpa was often grueling and always fascinating. Grandpa as young man starting career peddling flesh. There are few experiences as satisfying as pressure washing brains out of the foramina magna … Continue reading Slaughter house rules