Wandering Aimlessly
Dec. 11, 2014 – A Good Morning
by Phil Burkhouse
I was up well before light and delighted to note we had finally received several inches of wet snow. Although the temperature was in the mid-twenties, I figured the snow would not be crunchy; it was going to be an excellent morning for sneak hunting. I brewed some tea, stole a couple of Mary’s secret Christmas cookies stowed away for the grandcookie eaters, and settled down and wrote a story for the next week about the Good Samaritans.
Six fifteen arrived and I carefully took the model 70 Winchester 270 featherweight out of the safe and walked down the hall.