There’s a house a half an hour south of town, built of stones my father hauled from down the road in his old Ford Fairlane. He built it for my mother when she asked. A rare man sees the monument … Read More
by Ben Knudsen on December 10, 2009March 17, 2013
Postcards sweat and wilt…
by Ben Knudsen on April 23, 2009March 17, 2013
Bot check: What is the name of the res. college that begins with a B?