August 04, 2015
You could see the barn from the highway, but you couldn’t hear the gunshots.
My wife and I were driving through Indiana, one of those glowing Midwest afternoons when you can almost taste the sunlight shining from the cornstalks. From the passenger seat, my elbow hanging out the window, I caught the glow of the steeple peeking up above the crops. I...
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