SHOEMAN: HOW MY DAD TAUGHT ME TO BE A BIRDER

I recall a first-grade assignment when I was to print a few words about my family. This was back in the day with super thick pencils and paper with an inch or more space between the lines. After I asked my mom what my dad’s job was, I carefully printed SHOEMAN. That seemed ok to … Continue reading SHOEMAN: HOW MY DAD TAUGHT ME TO BE A BIRDER