By Roger Emile Stouff
Not getting out much. Who can stand it? Polar bears, I guess. Grouse and ducks, and foxes.
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By Roger Emile Stouff Not getting out much. Who can stand it? Polar bears, I guess. Grouse and ducks, and foxes. By H.B. Rushing Jr. The year was nineteen sixty nine mid March in the town of Baton Rouge Louisiana. A humble but proud man and his young wife had a son. Here I am the eldest of three children, nicknamed “Blackie” because of my dark complexion. As the years passed and I grew into the boy [...] |
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