Slave Collar

Johnny Cash once sent me an old slave collar from Jamaica.  It hangs over my desk. It hangs there like an evil thing, this curve of iron that round some slave’s neck curled and snapped . . . the slave long past, his collar worn rib-thin, rigid in rust as …

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NO SHOTS FIRED

The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.  Ecclesiastes 7:8 Hunting season is upon us, and taken very seriously by some while completely ignored by others.  Take Neil and myself for instance, the only ‘wild game’ we ever killed were mice or …

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