I could almost taste the rust from the closed cannery and smell the coppery fish scent.
And trees, trees will always be amazing to me. I live in a part of the plains where trees are far and few between, used only to give shade in the front or back yards.
314 fights. It's so hard to believe, I know. But back in those days they didn't have one or two fights a year. Some fighters had a fight every week. They fought in different weight classes. The fighting world was segregated, and seldom crossed the colour line. It was a different life for all of them.
This is wonderful. I can see Vermont Falls, hear it, smell it. And feel it. I love old Sam, and the young girl who loves him. Thanks -
Sallie
I'm so happy that you like it.
beautifully done. amazing sense of place. and your narration is so seamless and natural you make it seem easy :-)
Thank you so much.
I could almost taste the rust from the closed cannery and smell the coppery fish scent.
And trees, trees will always be amazing to me. I live in a part of the plains where trees are far and few between, used only to give shade in the front or back yards.
I live in a part of the country they call: The City Of Parks. Nothing but trees, of all kind.
314 fights. It's so hard to believe, I know. But back in those days they didn't have one or two fights a year. Some fighters had a fight every week. They fought in different weight classes. The fighting world was segregated, and seldom crossed the colour line. It was a different life for all of them.