Looking Out My BackDoor: Unconnected observations, no commentary included


Last updated 8/31/2023 at 7:23am

I grew up, my early childhood, in southern Indiana, on a farm. I spent my free time outdoors, in the yard, the barnyard, the woods. I could name by sight or sound more birds than I can today. I had a cinematic butterfly collection in my mind. Summer nights my cousins and I caught fireflies. We called them lightning bugs, made a Mason jar lantern, made sparkly rings on our fingers with some of the fire, then let them go.

A lot of years passed. In the late ’70s, I returned, back home in Indiana, for a visit with my huge family. I mark this visit as the first time I paid serious attention...

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