Saturday, December 05, 2015
Now and again, he’d yell, “Ho Deb – Ho Blondie,” then reach down, pick something up and stick in his pocket. He was picking up arrowheads – sometimes an axe head. He had a HUGE collection.
Soon, I was more interested in the arrowheads than the worms, so we made a deal. When he’d see one, he’d stomp his bare foot beside it and say, “There’s one.” With me there, he didn’t have to stop – I picked them up for him.
